I have known the taste of blood,
The sharp sting of the world gone wrong,
When life and death are intertwined
In moments, fleeting, yet so long.
A sliver of time, a breath held tight,
The body trembles, the mind takes flight.
I’ve felt the terror, raw and clear,
That whispers softly, "Death is near."

It starts with something small, so slight,
A stumble, a slip, a loss of sight—
In that second, the world betrays,
And everything you knew decays.
The air turns thick, the ground pulls close,
Gravity shifts, it tightens its hold,
A burning panic, a desperate plea,
For any way to set you free.

The pain strikes deep, too quick to flee,
A rush of fire, a burning sea.
It surges through me, a pulsing flood,
As if my veins have turned to mud.
I hear the snap, the crack, the scream,
Like a shattered glass or a broken dream,
But no sound escapes my lips,
For my throat is sealed by darkness' grip.

The shock sets in—so raw, so wide,
As my hands, they tremble, trying to hide
The truth I fear is all too real:
That I might never heal.
The blood, it flows, it stains my skin,
Each drop a marker of where I’ve been—
Each drop a promise that echoes loud,
That once you break, you are unbowed.

But the hurt is more than just the wound,
It’s a space where all hope is consumed,
Where silence reigns, where breath is thin,
Where the echo of pain whispers within.
I try to move, to make a sound,
But my limbs are heavy, unbound,
Trapped between a pulse and void,
A place where peace and fear collide.

The minutes stretch like endless days,
The light around me fades away,
And I wonder, in the crushing dark,
If I will ever leave this mark.
I’ve seen the world from a different lens,
Where every second hangs in suspense.
The world feels small, and I feel large,
Like I’m both the victim and the charge.

And yet there’s a quiet place, a calm,
In the depths of that chaos, a silent balm.
It’s not in the pain or the fear I know,
But in the stillness, in the slow
Beat of a heart that fights to...