• It flows like a river.
    Sometimes drops like rain.
    It gushes like a broking pipe.

    What is it.
    What happen?

    In a corner alone
    With only a spotlight that shines.
    Its bright.
    But its not shining on me.

    Where is it shining at?
    Who is it for?

    I follow the light slowly.
    It shines on me but not for me.
    Its for the river.
    The drops.
    The gushing.

    What had I done?
    How did I do this?

    I'm staring scared.
    My arm shakes
    THen my body follows.

    The spotlight shines for the river,
    The drops,
    Of my blood.