I look in the mirror my face is pale I feel my heart as it starts to fail
a pain wrips through my chest and down my arm sending signals to my brain that set off an alarm,
I reach for my phone to try to get help but as I dial the number I let out a yelp
I try to speak before I hit the ground
lying in my own waste my tongue is bound,
I lay here vulnerable as tears roll down my face all I can do is pray to God and ask for his mercy and grace,
Allthough I don't deserve it I welcome it all the same now that I am dieing I realize eternity is not a game.

© Tangleeye83