Bitter Culture

I looked at my shivering hands,

It was bloody,

One had some cuts,

And the other a bloody blade.

I was terrified at what I saw,

A horrifying image to kill me,

Slowly and painfully.

I knew that I didn't scream nor did I cry.

I realize now,

How painful death could be,

Yet, I still want to see the heavens.

And look down at the bitter culture, pals follow.