I Will Not Die
Hair as white as the snow that dusts the ground. Eyes as crimson as the blood that stains his clothes. Skins as pale as a porcelain doll. The man leans on the wall clutching the stab wound in his side. His eyes shaped in a tired glare. He pushes himself off the wall and takes a step forward, determination flashing in his eyes.
"I will not die"
He says in a deep scratchy voice before walking into the night.