.LiFe.
ThE bLooD RuShSiN,
wiTHTiDeS Of CrImSoN,
WhIcH PoUnD InCeSSaNtLy
InMy
HeAd,
AnD ThE SaNds Of LiFe,
SlOwLy BlOw AwaY...
AnSi By TRACER of Ice
Poem By CYBER BOB