The blood that runs from my side sees everything before it hits the ground. It is everywhere, and in all things. The crack of unborn skull between forceps. The rankness that fills the sweat falling from father's brow to terrified daughter. The tidal wave of rage that swells to an unstoppable, compelling force, swamping reason and driving fist into battered wife. The bitterness in cum spat against alley wall in the pursuit of self-destruction.

When my blood is spent, out will come a flood that will destroy you all.