Decline

I am dying.

a slow lethargic tiredness

creeps over me

everything hurts

a dull ache

and pain that lasts

forever

Sleep rests on

my weary eyes

the irregular pace of

my heart

the coolness of my

skin

blood slowly drips

from my mouth while

torturous spasms wrack

my body

more sweet crimson

copper gushes into my

mouth

the air is thick

and my breathing is laboured

an uneven

I am dying.