(POME) Daylight shines gripping Time by The Hourglass Tik the minutes pass. Swinging violently silently gurgles of blood caked in mud. In and out i shout bleeding screaming believing I will live when I will not. the plot is a burial with flowers no more hours .gurgle verbal lashing slashing at my face and neck sharp steel i feal in my lungs. Gurgle the words I splurt gripping tightly slightly fading serenading the death rattle. In-N-Out in an out I feel the blade puncture rupture I'm unsure I'm alive. Dead butterflies floating above. In blood bludgeoned by Love.