Morphine [Cease Fire Story Continuation]

Liquid dreams flow sharp through my veins
Singing lullabies as my eyes flutter closed
Panicked voices mix and swirl around my ears
Breathing down my neck, saying this isn't just a show.
I fade in and out of consciousness
The doctors scream for more morphine,
I feel the sting of the bullet in my chest
The drugs aren't working.
My white dress now decorated with blood ribbons,
My bride nowhere to be seen, how far am I from the chapel?
Miles. I hear them leave devastated voicemails
My thoughts scream in my head : "how could this happen?"
The nurses apply pressure to the wound,
Attempting to stop the bleeding, to no avail,
I writhe in soundless agony
Wishing so desperately for her to come, to appear before my eyes
One last time...
The darkness closes over my sight,
The doctors yell, the nurses bustle about,
The monitors sound alarms so loud and annoying,
I slip away into my end with one soft whisper
With my last, morphine scented breath,
"Goodbye, my love... I shall see you again."

My wedding, my life, my love...
Ripped from my grasp with one bullet.
Why couldn't the world's horror just cease fire?

*The end of an earlier poem, from the other lover's point of view*