I hold your hand in mine.
Possibly for the last time.
Your heartbeat fades in and out.
And I hope to god what I've done is only a dream.
They come and go.
Every hour on the hour.
I watch them draw the blood.
I can't understand.
The medics draw blood from within.
Yet all I see is your angelic face caked in red.
It's my fault.
Because I wanted one more drink.
And became to controlling.
I blame myself for your destined fate.
I guess this is my punishment.
How God let me escape with merely a few scratches and broken limbs.
And to watch you die by my side.
I loved you more than anything dear.
More than life itself.
I wish you could hear those words at least one last time.
Tears spilled over, as I watched them pry you from the twisted scraps of metal.
My stomach churns.
For they're coming to take me
I try to fight them off, but alas, they are to strong.
Your limp body growing steadily weaker every second.
The monitor shows a thick line; just as they take me away.
Now pacing my jail cell, I think to myself:
Time.
Time is all we have left.
Time consumes our souls.
The end is brighter than the beginning.
And that is the only thing that lies ahead.