Left for Dead.

	Knife slit across the hand
	blood on the ground where i stand
	alone on a crowded street
	tears in my eyes, i stare at feet
	turning away at my dispear
	strangers pretending i'm not there
	Blood smeared across arms and legs
	i go into shock as i'm left for dead
	red, blue lights flash around
	reflect off puddles as i lay on the ground
	finger nails bloody and torn so far
	as i leave on his face a tortured scar.