Now the day bleeds into night fall and your breath is slowly slipping away from your hands.

I asked you to keep fighting, but you said your love is fading away. I asked you if you still care for an oxygen,for piece of life? But you said said it doesn't matter.

I asked for for an explanation, but you gave me an information, information on while your skull was shattered onto pieces revealing a portion of your brain.

I asked if you are happy seeing me in tears, but you said you'll be more happier with death.

I asked if you still love me, but you said just sorry.

So can I asked if you are hurting, so that I can let go of this thread and this conversation that I am holding on.

That was how I let go of the thread I was holding on, and I watched he's hands as they slowly slips away from mine as death slowly closed his eyes gently.