I See Death

I see the blood gushing through,

The opening of my skin,

Dark red and thick,

It scares me.

It flows continuously without a hiatus.

It doesn’t even coagulate.

It is still dilute and easy.

It doesn’t discontinue to stream.

I sense pain and twinge.

Somewhere or everywhere,

It hurts me deeply.

And I wince at it repeatedly.

I get numb at the agony.

And want the torture to cease.

But I am not able to end it.

I now see the flesh.

Red and course is it.

It wants to make me puke.

But I touch it and it feels spongy.

I press it and it stings.

The sensation is excessively killing.

I slowly start to fall,

And after that I faint.

I lose my consciousness.

I strike hard with the ground,

Directly my head is wounded.

Now it cracks,

Blood oozes out from it.

I close my eyes,

Nobody comes to save me.

My heart beats for sometime,

Reluctantly in hope of rescue,

But then it gives in.

This is what I often see,

When I am in a profound contemplation.

I leave myself alone with these heinous vibes.

But these don’t petrify me,

As I am used to these,

And In my dreams often,

I see death.