Death Finally Wins

I feel the crimson liquid,

As it slowly slips through my fingers.

I taste the red liquid metal,

As it gurgles through my lips.

I see the pool of my dark red blood,

As it continues to grow larger.

I smell nothing but the overwhelming scent of death,

As it crawls ever closer.

I hear myself scream out in pain,

Tears coursing down my cheeks,

As death finally wins.