Why must i go?
I'm so alone.
Being my only friend.
yet arguing in the mind i once have called my own.
Wanting to be heard above the dead.
They scream and haunt my thoughts.
Cowering in a dark corner,
Staring at the icy cold ground.
hearing their footsteps,
Looking up with tear stained eyes.
They stared down with a glazed over pupils.
As i take my one last breath i whisper:
"Their coming for you."