It came , and struck me
Just at my weakest point.
No one else felt it, but me
I could feel my blood gushing out,
it all surged off me.
A life broken through,
Coming at my side was a knife breaking through.
It all came for me.
I could feel my soul letting go,
Life slipping out a sack.
Sitting close to the window,
A preacher screaming why life is mean.
And again, it struck; even harder
Could have screamed for help,
Can blood slay blood?
Being of the same blood doesn't mean we share the same father.
The pain ripping me through
Am gasping for air
Trying to hold on to life.
I held on to fear.
Crumbling to a fall.
I fell for the tears.
It rained trends of fluid.
I slipped into the dept, further and further.
I drifted away, farther and farther.
Like a lifeless balloon,
I was terrified,
the look in the eyes of a weak baboon.
He took my existence off like a weak character in your favourite cartoon.
I drift away, farther and farther.
To a more peaceful place, maybe
To a place I had dreamt of.
I am here,
Now, I am near