The wet floor sign has been raised for the tears.
Blood in the eyes. Bleeding pain and fear.
I walked carefully lest I slip.
Sleep deserted, the pillow soaked not the ******.

A sip of the abandoned wine.
Brought about the washing of guts.
More tears: the floor becomes really slippery this time.
Time took flight then crashed to a halt in shame.

Taking careful steps lest I fall.
Out of the cavity came dry bullets
The sign called: EVEN WETTER FLOOR!
Then I slipped into sleep against all Odds