Blood on the floor
I should have seen it coming.
I should have known it would come today.
Darkness surrounding me, the light barley visiable.
As my hands begin to shake,
I force back down the tears that are threatening to break.
Threatning to froce me into a spialing depression.
Of guilt,
Sadness,
Regret, and suppression.
As I watched the blood pool around the body that lay in front of me.
I try and force my self to look away.
I cannot help to take glances at the blood,
it pools more around the body and begins to reach my feet.
Death,
loss,
blood,
Pain.
Something I wish I could never witness, either being self inflicted