Sitting in the darkness,
For here is where I weep,
Leaking slowly of life I thought I had gained,
Wishing that I could forever sleep,
My liveness is no longer contained.
I am yet to see,
So close to the door,
But still I remain,
Dying on this cold marble floor.
I was about to grow,
Live and enjoy,
But suddenly I feel an urgent need,
To sit here longer,
Until a cascade of crimson,
Is what I bleed.
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