A fountain of blood coming from your nose.
I see you writhe, I see the quiet scream exiting between your teeth
No one can help you
I can't help you.

As the pool of blood grows beneath your head,
The blood doesn't stop
It looks disgustingly rich.
I can see your soul draining out,
Soon to be dried flecks, scraped off the pavement.
No one can help you
I can't help you.

A lowly feeling indeed

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