[ tragic stuff ]

surrounded by people,
i can smell the tears
life fell down a steep hill
and now im here

noiseless, except for a beating heart
that was soon to go
on the hospital bed, was a piece of art
that no one wanted to let go of

a woman, she slept
her eyes not awakening
the fear in her heart she kept
for time was running

known to what rests around her
unknown on what was to come
life around her was a blur
for this was coma and she was almost done

the clock heavily ticked
and i knew what was to come next
the life from her i will take
for this is me and i am death