You had managed to drag yourself <br />to the foot of the stairs before you <br />had fallen into a crumpled sleep. <br />You had left behind your blood <br />which had travelled with you, like a snails <br />trail. For the first time in 13 years <br />I ignited a ciggarette inside this <br />bricked up world of yours. Knowing <br />you couldn't even smell that glorious <br />smoke let alone try and stop me. <br />I sat down on the bottom stair, and <br />lovingly stroked your blood splattered hair.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-this-is-what-has-become-of-us-part2/
