I am I am

leaves and paints, destraught from the frist sight

I saw them, I saw them layig there in puddles,

puddles of blood, strewn form a thousand embodiments

of you.

Baby it called out, Baby again it called,

Help me. I need you to go on.

Help me.

I passed it by, forgotten in drenched fear.

Fear of the known, What was it to go there,

Again and again.

I wish to go there, just a step once more.

One step out and i’ll be there.

Just there.

Oh please, Oh please, let me.

Let me go there to the bloody puddles.

Let me lay, paints and leaves and what not.

I wish it would e over, this non existence of me.

It will. I am. I am.