The
blood, tissue and reality of death coming out of me
I failed to carry you
I failed to hold onto all you could be
I failed you, I failed me
Now I am left barren, empty, and depraved
There is no life in me
Only the consciousness of an almost soul that will never breathe
I will never forget
There was a day you came out of me dead
A piece of me died with you
Yet no one will take it
I am left, hands covered in guilt, hate and regret
Tainted with blood filled with disgust
This is me