I feel like I'm drowning in blood, Blood that is not my own, but is all too familiar. The bodies, the faces, the experiences, and the blood is all too familiar, and all too painful to fully absorb. What starts off as a puddle soon becomes an ocean that will either swallow me whole Or deliver me to deaths door. I feel like we are moving towards an inevitable, Devastating, ****** end, Where blood floods the street. But by then whose blood will it be? Those of my circle or theirs
I wrote this three hours before the incident in Dallas happened which caused many to lose their lives.