• Blood flows down stones
    Screams echo, chill my bones
    I am freezing, dying
    I am scared, crying
    I try to run
    I try to hide
    It doesn’t matter.

    Bleeding in lachrymose
    Sanguine and tears
    They fit so well
    Nothing pell-mell
    But orderly

    So many tears
    So little time
    Clear like water
    Warm like the sun
    But as painful
    As ice