Blood Runs Thick

by Sydney H.
(Mt.Pleasant, Iowa)

As you sit in silence,
The blood runs and creates a small pool,
And the wind begins to tar at the skin,
And turns the blood crisp and cool,
And the coldness pulses through your veins,
You cut to much and to deep,
You know then and there it was to late,
You had to lost to much blood,
Far to much,
You cut the wrong place,
To far up,
You cut to deep,
You hit the artery,
Its to late,
You're dead