Present of death

by A piece of my broken heart is embedded in you forever   Aug 1, 2008


I lay on the floor,
slowly beeding to death,
The end is near,
Indeed it is near,
But why are you so far away?
I scream for you,
your name is on my lips,
My end is near, or is it the new beginning?
My soul refusus to let go,
It clings to my body,
Oh God this is getting so painful,
I beg for mercy,
I ask for my demise to be quick,
But still my soul refuses,
I say your name repeatedly,
and slowly everything starts to get blurry.
At the same time this feeling is so soothing,
Then i notice you have arrived,
i want to hug you,
but its too late,
As by now half of my body is dead,
My hands reach out for you,
I can vaguely see you approaching me,
and with a smile,
I accept the "Present of death".

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