As the sun sets across the land, I see. in the afterlight a glimpse of hope, a touch of inspiration.
No more do I mope or feel bad, or taste the slow drip of perspiration down my cheek.
As I see you down on the ground, in blood and tears, I notice how weak you are, yet how strong...
You were kicked while you were down, though, and it was wrong.
But seeing this made me stronger, made me realize.
It made me see straight about life and its horrors.
In your eyes, I found hope.
No longer will I try to die, I will, and can, cope!
But as I see you getting dimmer, your eyes growing heavier, the blood ddraining from your wrists,
everything falls from the Earth into darkness.
And as do once again, my tears.
As the sun and light shatter, I plead for you to awaken. But as the cold, desolate ground comes into views below, I hit the ground with a sudden burst of air.
I lay there in silence, blood pouring from my mouth.
I slowly pry open my eyes and go into sudden shock as I see you laying across from me in your own filth and blood.
Your eyes were distant and pale, starring back into mine in horror and pain.
I could almost hear your bottled screams...
But at that moment, I knew your time was up and I reached over and grasped your blood coated hands.
A single, glowing tear rolled down my cheek...
I guess I'm NOT strong...
