the bloody trail

if were to young to die
almost stopped again
fought it though
giving up seems so easy

burn out
step out
stead aside little one
ive walked this path
it falls
leaves its scares
and I may never exit

puking this thick blood
sick
of being sick
blood runs down my hand
across my arm
and drips red
on the flood
a cold dead stare
black under my eyes
so sick
so dead
so lost
a whisper of hope
around
enters my lungs
keeps the salty tear
from rolling down

stager as a drunk
crave as a addict
sneak as a thief in the night
in search
for what feels right