Swimming In Blood

Did I know this dissention might come to be? Yes I was aware of its probability. Did that make me any more prepared for the situation? No I was not nor am I now. I guess some things are best walked away from; And you old love must be one of them. In the hospital cafeteria an old man asked me to sit; So I did and he talked about his wife dying. Did somebody send me a vision of coming tomorrows? Who knows but I can’t go on like this anymore. I’ve injected, dissected and intertwined many angles; But inevitably it seems to always come back to here. As I slowly sink deeper into theses quagmire of depravation; I seem to have worked my way down from hero to zero. And my life is hell reflected in slow motion; As I live out these many fractions of time. And was it wrong to love you; The answer escapes me. And am I sorry now that I did? I think sometimes I am.