stabbed.
once.
twice.
too many times.
my body sunk to the depths of the ground
drowning and suffocating, drenched in a dark, violent pool of red
my ears rang vigorously yet I could hear no sound
it wasn't until tears started mixing with the blood did I only realise i was crying
all while i was dying 
realising i was the person holding the knife
oh what a beautiful yet tragic way to end life
i always loved pools
i always loved crying
i always loved red
i always loved death