• As Darkness decends
    I fell the chill,
    The clammy cold,
    And the sticky dew.
    Stifled mewlings
    Ebb and Fade.
    I no longer hear,
    I am no longer afraid.

    My Sight is fading
    Edging from gray to black.
    My chest is still,
    Muscles going slack.
    No longer I struggle,
    cry, or plead;
    I simply lay there,
    And I bleed.