IN THE BLOOD RED ROOM

Oh, Death,
The taker of breath,
Why come for me so soon?
Why desecrate my room?
My blood speaks of my reflection.
In its thickness, I can see my complexion,
It's all red,
I'm all red.

Why?
Why me?
Of all the times,
Of all the numbers in the world,
You chose now.
And now, I can see myself embracing my bed,
While the bedsheet is tainted with my blood,
Like a river flowing, It goes down to the floor.
And I just stood, watching the gory scene,
Not able to mourn myself.

No goodbyes,
No hatchlings,
I'm the last of my breed,
The last to be deceased,
Just like that, I'm gone with unfulfilled dreams.