Dying Wish
I grit my teeth and swallow
The metallic taste of blood
As I continue to fight to live
That I may find you again
My opponent has little to protect
Except himself and his belief
I have you, my childhood love
My fiancé, your smile is worth
The bruises from his blows
The cuts sapping my strength,
Myriad slashes and gashes on my body
Burning fierce in individual agony
My panting breath cannot expel pain
The darkness closes in to trick my eyes
Yet the desire to see you empowers—
"I will not die…not just yet…!" "To…mo…"