Blood

The blood begins to flow
First it’s fast, then begins to slow
The shiny razor blade
Brings scars that shall not fade
The blood starts to drip

I raise it to my lips
It stains the bed
To death I am led
Lying in a puddle of blood
It all came out like a flood
One cut, too deep
In the blood I shall sleep
I lay there never to wake
Now the puddle has become a lake