Undeniable
Things I almost remember…
Lying in a pool of blood,
Of both mine and other's,
Scarlet liquid, sticky and thick.
The sound of cannons and guns,
Deafens and haunts me.
My brain is turning foggy…
I can't remember all of the sweet memories.
The memories of my short life;
The soft sound of a piano being played,
And the face of my love.
My world is becoming dark…
Her face is all I can remember now…
Her sweet face and innocent demeanor…
Oh, how that will change when she hears…
Hears that I am dead.
It is undeniable now.
I am dying.
I feel horrible…
Awful…
But it is not the pain.
It is not the pain,
If the bullet in my side.
It is the sad truth,
That I can never return to her.
I broke my promise.
I promised…
I promised her I would come back…
She said she would wait…
She won't have to anymore…
She cannot.
My vision is fading to black,
And my memories are slipping away.
I desperately grasp on to the memory of my love,
Hanging onto it for what little life I have left.
But it is already gone.
And I plummet into darkness.
A/N: So I got an idea... Since I'll be doing mostly one shots, and I'm a decent poet, I decided that before each one shot I write, I would write a short poem to give you hints (Or just flat out tell you) what the next one shot will be about. Any guesses for this one?