Drowning, Part II


I think I let this blood spill so freely
Hoping it will fill the room I'm in
Not forced to stay but not able to leave
Covering the floor it'll slowly
Creep up to my ankles, my waist
Wrapping its way around my neck
Choking all the air from my lungs
Smaller cuts fill the room gradually
Allowing me to trick myself
Into thinking everything is fine
These are small wounds I can survive
But no one survives long without oxygen

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