Emergency exit,
pull handle to open.
I want to get off.
Another blade cuts the night,
as another life
lay fading in the streetlight.
Red reflections,
like Ruby fragments,
as flashing lights appear.
Too late.
A soul left to wander clear.
Across town
down another body falls.
No getting up again.
Blood washes away
in the heavy rain.
Life trickles down the roadside drain.
Flowers will mark the scene.
Soul left a stain
on the crack pavement,
where the boy was slain.
The glint of red
as the blade is discarded.
To be found by a child
in some overgrown garden.
Pull that handle tight,
something is wrong in the night.
The exit is open
I want to alight.
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