Tapping out on the cemented path,
knees, face, there is blood everywhere,

I rise, there is a brief moment of dizziness but it fades, my hands ache and feet sore,

The cry of sirens fill the air to a once silent and shocked atmosphere, not a mind surprised, nor willing to step in,

I do nothing to cover my face, with the crowd splitting in front of me like convenient stores doors,

As if the soul was struggling to stay inside, but the damage to severe for it to grasp the concept,

Dead, panned face wanting to lose all concentration, I have that wanting more feeling,

Just a lost to those who will remember, a sacrifice to remind us,

Life, is all that threatens my future, is reluctant to free anyone from its understanding,

At one moment something becomes something new, and what ever lead this act to take place,

Is completely within my control, and so I decided it end.