I kneel beside him, a stranger barely
contious
Blood ouses from his body across the
cold ground
Three holes in his back seap whilst from
his groin flows a claret stream
I don't have enough hands, can't stop
the flow
I put my hand in the hole and grip
tightly
The blood tide slows, God I hope it
stops
He mumbles, the light reflects of his
strangely translucent teeth
I put my ear to his mouth but all he can
do is sigh
My grip loosens, the blood seeps through
my fingers
I grip harder, I need a medic
Hold on, Hold on, look at me, talk to
me, god please stop the flow
Minutes pass as hours, Get me help
Figures appear, get a stretcher, get a
line in
The more goes in the more comes out
My mind hums 'There's a hole in my
bucket'
Can't wait anymore! lets move!
I can;t let go! Can't stop
the flow
On the run!
I can't let go! Can't stop
the flow
In the transport
I can't let go! Can't stop
the flow
In the hospital!
I finally let go! Can't
stop the flow
Clothes cut away, as a life ebbs away
and forever etched in my mind
I can't stop the flow!
