“Breathing hard, I can not think, I've cut too deep, Beneath my skin. Slowly now,It starts to leak, My lips quiver, But I can not speak. I can feel, The life I had inside, Waning slowly, Disappearing into the light. Dark shadows, Dance beside me, As I enter, Limbo.The thin line, Between life and death, I trod, My steps, wavering, Ever unsure.The blood, it flows, More freely now, No longer just a trickle, Soon, My beating heart shall stop, And no more shall my life be seen as fickle. Slower now, Far slower than ever before, Beats the drum of my failing heart. The light at the end of the tunnel door, Dims. Until all I see, Are the backs of my eyelids.”
