Sirens

All I hear are sirens
nearing to my house
blood is in my hands,
and all on my blouse
The air is so cold
"Dad, please speak to me!"
I can see in his eyes
He's growing very weak.
Wounds in his stomach
from a sharp steel knife
Taking my father
and taking his life
God give him strength
Take me instead
open his eyes
like this, it can't end.
His skin is getting pale,
I call out his name
Take away this tragedy
take away his pain
My heart is racing
I can't feel my hands
He doesn't deserve this
I don't understand
My brother is screaming
paramedics race in the room
"I'm sorry, he's dead,
there's nothing we can do."