the Echo

I bled from the wrist
precious blood running
dripping
like tears
down my clenched fists
and onto the cold ground below

the echo of every drop
reverbrates through the silence
I hardly know when to stop
maddened
shakened
down to my darkened
heart and
I can hardly
see from the thick fog
that's blinded me

I bled from the wrist
precious blood running
dripping
like tears
down my clenched fists
echoeing
the shadows closing in
all around me