Bleed

 

One whip

Two whips

Three whips

Four whips

He lays on the floor with tears in his eyes

 

One hit

Two hits

 three hits

Four hits

In the basement is where his almost lifeless body lies

 

One lie

Two lies

Three lies

 four

His father welcomed death to the door

 

One tear

Two tears 

Three tears more

His body is numb, he can take no more

 

One bottle

Two bottles 

Three bottles

Four

His father stumbles out to his room

 

One blink

Two blinks

Three blinks

More

Until his body lies on the floor

Where he will no longer lay here soon. 

 

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