sidewalk story

its not like i died that day. Blood pulled up between the gaps in the flesh, i felt it as it pooled up behind my neck. All the things that use to seem so important are forgotten in those dying moments and the only thing that remains is the memories that make up who we are. The sky was blue, it didnt bleed for me, my tears didnt rain for you. This, i thought, was my end… No more chances, no more tomorrows, and next times, no more sad ryhmes, no more drugs and roles to hide behind, just my life slowly leaving to occupy my mind. Then white, next light and a ceiling, i believe im still breathing. Could it be a miracle at last? Did i pray for this, or is this my damnation? Hell has greedy lips and punishment escapes imagination. ~ let the fire rise 12ewd