I lay alone,
upon a cold floor,
staring into the sky,
my soul floats,
to lands beyond,
as free as a bird,
spreading my wings,
but I fall back to earth,
into the rivers of blood,
sinking and sinking,
deeper and deeper,
gasping for air,
I find my self,
laying on a cold floor,
in a river of blood,
mixed with my tears.
