Bad Dream

Swimming in my pool of blood
clinging to life by a silver thread
thinking of what has become
hoping that soon I'll be dead
tears cleanse the blood as they stream down my face
so many years waisted, i think to myself
I am nearing the end of this grueling race
while I stare at the ceiling and wait for my doom
my mom leaves a message, can't get up but I tried
she says love ya honey, be home soon...