Candy

It flows

It oozes

It drips

Like water it flows

Like syrup it oozes

Like the life that drips from my veins

To form a crimson puddle at my feet

Like a cold blade that glides across my throat

Slitting the flesh and vein

Like a hot knife through butter

Now I lay here on this cold stone floor

And drink the bitter sorrow of my own life

As it flows all around me

It runs

It drips

It oozes

It …

Stops.