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Jan 2015
Drip
Blood
Crimson red and so beautiful
Maybe that's not the word
Majestic
That's it
Not gorgeous or even horrifying
Just majestic

Blood
Dripping from my nose
No big deal
Drip
With every drop I try to stop
Failure

Drip
Endlessly crimson
No matter how much I try to stop it
Drip
Another drop shows me failure
Dripping faster and faster
The sink fills
Drip
Drop by drop
I face my own mortality
A friend walks in
I reply its not a big deal

Drip
As I look in the mirror
My face like a rose
Resembling my own death
Drip
With the sweet red turning darker
Than the dawn to night
As the world starts to spin
I get light headed
Drip
One last drop
I drop
Dead
David Tyler Vaughan
Written by
David Tyler Vaughan  Webb City, MO
(Webb City, MO)   
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