Of Less

as you watch your blood fall out 
you feel the consequence of a life less lived 
with so many pictures running though your head 
so many smiles fade as if they welcome death  

as you live a life of less 
you fill the blood of yours admired 

of yours dreamed... of yours seen... 
of yours between... of yours, of yours 

just maps you make on your skin that warn who's next 
denoting one ever had a soft touch or any excuse to be 
no voice could ever narrate a life that lives inside your head 
no touch could ever map feelings if never felt 

if dreams of less means a life of more 
then the more you dream justifies a life of less 
where blood runs thin and stains the smiles of all in your head 
and eventually then, just runs 

  down 

  down 

  down

where grey becomes a color 
where death becomes your lover 
where less has never felt better


-Ever