Time of Dying,
I look up and see the moon smiling.
Blood rushes from these wounds as the essence of life leaves me.
A past is what if left behind but only seconds are all ahead of me.

Is this death's cold breath I'm feeling?
Or is it that my heart only wavering?
Last thought, is too late for me?
At least I left a note of my "I'm sorry" to redeem me.

Who knew crimson will the last color i'll wear.
But guess no one will even care.
Save you're fake tears and don't waste time to cry.
Call it weakness, but at least i had the strength to end my life.