Days Of The Night...

The days are growing longer,
With every passing day,
I can't choose whether I should go,
Or whether I should stay,
My life keeps flashing,
Before my eyes,
I thought it only happened,
When you were about to die,
The wind is blowing harshly,
Beating my face,
I can feel the blood trickling down,
But it never leaves a trace,
When will it stop I plead,
Sensing no reply,
I lay my head down,
Knowing I will die...