Cry of fear

As I look at the people in black suits and white princess
Dresses I see blood on the wall dipping down
Like snake movement down to the floor. Bodies
Dropping into darkness. I try to save them but
It's no use. I'm in so much pain
That I can't bear. I'm so alone
In this dark room.
I grab a blood stained razor and slice
My smooth skin and watch as I see rivers
Of my blood flow down my wrists.. I feel so alive
Yet I feel like I'm dying.. How can this be?
Am I doing it wrong? Or is it all lies? They try
To label you, but not a single thing is true. Blood
Everywhere on the floor, walls,furniture, and bodies
So many bodies... Will my life end in vein and join them?
Or will I live a another moment just to watch this horror?
I am Jacob Ramon Vladimir Juarez and this is my
Story