Scarlet red, pulsing with life.

The loss is felt as it flows.

Being taken in the dark, it is concealed.

Swathed in the void of a matrix.

Blood.

It is a dark possessive feeling.

Red flowing in rivers of life.

Or is it death?

The darkness is in the blood.

Scarlet fire blazing its path through you.

The life that was once living,

dies within time.

Blood. I am covered.

Stained.

The clock strikes dead.

Crimson liquid flows.

The gut wrenching pain swallows you whole.

Pain doesn't decrease, blood pours freely.

Death, pain, darkness.

A drumbeat of torment.

Darkness, sleep, please!

It does not come.

The time is not done.