Bloody Coward

Shot to the heart... An arrow causing my veins to bleed
Unconscious goes my mind; slowly death takes its greed
Lying nearly lifeless reaching for the door
Crawling ever so slowly, across the concrete floor

Images flashing through the mind of memories that quickly fade
People moving through them, showing me Ive been played
Dark angels gather among me, telling me its time to go
Im refusing their call, to be alive is what I want to show

A man dressed in dark black, creeps towards my face
A cane upon his bony hand, from it hanging a mace
No look upon his face does glow, for he has nothing there
Just a pitch dark whole, never able to tell if he stares

A thick green cloud blows from the dark whole on his head
Covering my body, as if he was pronouncing me dead
A gasp of air fills my lungs, and my body slowly moves
He jumps back, as I move forward, his hood then removes

I see a face appear from the shadow, which is recognizable
It is yet my own; to me shes being advisable
Leave this world that has nothing to offer you my dear
it should be noticeable, that your death is now here

Falling back to the floor, my body wont fight back
The floor starts to shake, amongst it appears a crack
Loosing much blood now, knowing no longer the bloom has flowered
The angels sing and dance to my bloody murder, calling me a coward

Hope Caza-Stein
Aug29th
1:50pm