Staining the fingers and stamping on death,
Liquid life of red pouring from a cold chest,
Pooling in creases and imperfect ground,
Trickling gently ever so slowly down,
Shining and shimmering still hot in the air,
Essence is draining, no life shall it spare,
Hold still your body, don't suffer anymore,
I'll lay by your side 'til you're dead on the floor,
Be at peace, little soul, flutter away,
For what's done tomorrow is repaid today.