Honestly, not the best poem. I just wrote it during school on the spot out of pure boredom.
After a strike of the knife,
the blood runs down.
Gushing, dripping, splattering,
it falls as if it's a waterfall.
Running its endless course,
heading towards the vast ocean.
The body lying on the ground,
blood dripping slowly into the stream.
Making it's way towards the end,
as I leave my journey begins.