• and my tears leave a pool a red
    and itz growing into an ocean
    shakily, i get up, uneasily stepping around my tears
    but i leave behind bloody tracks anyway

    i walk as i think of you, still being able to breathe
    i run as i remember, me entering into nosatgia
    is because im running towards or away from the recollection-i dont know for sure

    my traks become thinner, as does the blood
    and my body becomes nothing more than my final though-a memory
    my prescence is no more-among you or anyone else
    its so sad