silent trail

 My heart leaks blood

from the broken valves.

Each beat, pumps blood,

onto the ground.

A slow hemorrhage,

trickling to the earth

and being trampled

under the feet,

of those who hate me.

I hear words,

even though I do not speak.

I see their actions

but pretend I don't.

I just walk around,

leaving a trail of dripping blood

for the haters to follow...

Sammy