He falls from the nightmares, 

Drifting as he stumbles from a stressful time, 

The time when he opens his eyes to see a tragic atmosphere.

Smoke gives him a cough, a jab in his chest gives him agony.

His shattered lashes spread like splinters across his flushed cheeks,

Dark, lovely specks on his complexion.

The exhausted expression of his eyes is a reminder of the sad times he bled emotions.

He will bleed through the heart until there is no more red left to leak.