Another Stabbing In London

I’m no longer alive, I’m dead

The soles of my shoes are red

From stepping in my own blood

Underwhelmed by the flood

Of supposed tears that care

Passers by don’t even stare

Why am I so easily replaced

After all the demons I faced

Cultivated strength wasted

Forgotten victories tasted

Forsaken memories wedged

Poised on a knifes-edge

Destined for so much more

Yet here I lie, lifeless on the floor

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