ANOTHER FUCKING NOSEBLEED

taste of tin
hits my throat
pool of red
begins to choke

reaching for something
to block the flow
finding nothing
the pool does grow

soaking, staining
it knows no manners

just like life
stays the course
so does the blood
still gushing forth

jumping to action
as if it matters
the deed is done
in crimson splatters

running for help
sound the alarm
hand on my face
life beads off my arm

now fully awake
total motor control
i step into battle
i plug up the hole

the red starts to clot
starts to dry up
i start to wonder
i deserve this for what

clean up biohazard
crawl back to my bed
ANOTHER FUCKING NOSEBLEED
had it's way with my head