Bleeding through, falling out.
Need help, About to shout.
Stealing mem'ries, shaking knees.
Above the whisper, I barely plead.
I stand with granite, though cracked in foundation.
I cannot gather my thoughts, due to the sensation.
About to pierce through the womb,
and gather unto life or a tomb.
Crossroads of fate stare back at me.
Which road to take? Time we all see.