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.
