Wounded.

My hand pressing, like a tap drip patch.
It's either pressure or flooding(a huge
loss). Into a plumber of skin, I was not very well. Summer to snow in seconds, the
sun quickly fell behind the clouds, picth dark, i thought the bells were about to ring. But the expiring contract, was renewed, a good man should die for himself not others, until then he shall live for now.
©asande.k