its bloodshot eyes pierce like a sword, i try to speak but i cant
mutter a word, the tears are rolling like a rocky river, they give
it away as it violently shivers, its veins are no longer pumping
they just sit placid, an empty bottle next to it the lable reads
acid, why is this creature so miserable so sad? could its life be
that bad? that its ending it now i'm no longer afraid, i just wish
i could run&rush to its aid, but this is the best as the feeling
come true, i think i'll join it for me and you.