Blood
Drip... slide... crawl... slosh... SLOSH... 

SLOSH

Drop. The blood crawls slowly down my face It slides over my cheekbones then winds its way carefully down my cheeks Blood which is devoid of feeling Emotionless Devoid of Heart Soulless Devoid of meaning Colorless It trickles out of the corner of my eye in a mad dash for the floor But soon gives up the race in its old age And saunters leisurely to its demise with more of its own in the end It takes with it the Pain the Poison the Power Of the things racking my brain tearing me apart destroying me shredding the inside of my head turning to sludge the gray matter by which we somehow think I think At least I think I think But my thoughts are garbage today As will be my face when it's covered in blood