just a thought

wouldnt it be cool wouldnt it be grand to watch my blood run down it my hand. i could watch and wait as the red crimson flow made all my troubles go. i could watch untill time stood still till my brain stopped in its tracks now i cant look back. everything is fuzzy now and i wonder who will miss me when i die. such a  strange strange place to be watching these men over me juch a commotion i cant understand why am i still on this land.