Ironic Demise
Why is it so cold, am in the artic?Why am i coughing, and my chest hurting, am i sick?
I can't move my swollen limbs.
My lungs hurt, they are filled to the invisable brim.
My last memory is of a scarlet stained sidewalk.
A young child shaking ,his hands powdered with chalk.
Talk and hushed whispers sound ,but i hear no words.
Why was i lying in my own pool of blood, tell me what had occured?
Was that my end?
It happened so fast, What happened of my time, that i coulden't comprehend.
My last action was the savior of that child, his doom is what i halted.
And now my crimson is what details this walk way, but alas i was the one that was faulted.
My last words and thoughts are;
"Slowly dying,
losing touch,
feeling my lungs fill with blood.
What did I do to deserve this?
I gave everybody what they wanted,
I even gave my life for someone I didn't know.
Look where that got me,
after all that i'm dying alone.
The pain is destroying my mind and soul,
I was always lonely,
and even in death i'm lonely.
I wish someone was there for me,
but no the angel of death has decided to take me,
and now my lonely spirit will haunt thoes who took advantage of me.
I'm slowly dying."
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