Sneaker Cut

Stained in the blood of my brother's keep

Knowing this time the cut was to deep

Red flowing in the cracks on the ground 

Crawling to the door hoping to be found

Drowned cries spilling red

Thinking, soon I will be dead

Blue walls filled with hate

Soon my body will be lifted in a crate

My head is fuzzy

Arms feel buzzy

Legs weaker

Lost my sneak..?