The Voice of the Forlorn

I hear the blood falling

Whose is it?

A drip and then a pause

Why does it fall?

Then drip again

So stately, and rhythmic

My life is flowing away

Let it put you to sleep

But I am still, I will do nothing

Others will, they wish to

Bandage it? Fool! Let me be!

Help someone better than I

I have suffered enough

But you yet live

My time draws near

It is not too late

I see his scythe

You can deny him

I wish to leave now

Life is too precious

But death is an escape

An easy one, a cowards path

From the pain of loss

Your family ties you to this world

Wife, Daughter

Think of them, in life

I will join you soon

In death