Crimson
It seeped out of his body
Slowly yet way to swift
The puddle around him was steadily getting larger
Its dark crimson, staining his clothes
It was what gave him life
Without it he wouldn't last long
With each drop that left his body,
Was as if it was his very soul
He would soon be almost empty
He remembered all that he went through
The trials and tribulations
All that he had given up
But he also remembered all the fun he had
All the different people he met
All that he had learned
All the lives he had changed
Was it all worth it?
He thought so
He,
In the end,
Knew that it was all worth it
So as the last bit of crimson dripped from his body
He couldn't help but be happy.