Dying

I've lost the one thing that
made my soul pure...
that one thing was you.
Winter is not winter
without chilly nights
and frosty mornings.
Just like I am not me
without you...

How does one save the dead?

That's how I feel right now..
dead...simply dead.
Like nothing will ever
make me breathe again...
nothing except your
forgiveness....your love
again. But I am not
naive enough to believe
you still care..

Does dying hurt?

I wonder as I bleed
out pain that has followed the
flow of my unsteady blood.
I can't understand
how we fell so hard...
but I have no marks to
show how we struggled...
All I can say is sorry...
a simple word..I know
but true lies in its simplicity.
I love you...what a funny saying
when you're dying

I always wondered what death was like...I guess I'll know soon enough.

*Just venting...please don't leave comments on how to improve. Thanks*