Death becomes me

Death becomes me
or so it would seem
theres no telling were my sole has been
it appears that my heart is still beating
but my life feels as if it is fleeting
my future is yet to be seen
hopefully it's not as bleak
as all predictions that have come to me
I'm sick of bleeding someone
Else's blood
i no longer can grieve there love
if i could ask for just one thing
as sad as it may seem
it would be...
to live in the shadows and never breath to let go of all that clouds over me
to live as one to not be seen to just be still as the calmest sea