The Ghosts of my past.

January 22nd, 2009-Sacrifice

She knows death is coming;

She’s losing her light.

She’s weakening her soul,

Too tired to fight.

She knows she can’t hold on long.

She knows she’s going to be lost;

But she most save her loved ones;

Though her life is the cost.

The last strength she has;

Though her nerves bar her still.

She tightens her grip,

And succeeds in her will.

Her mere distraction;

Was enough for him,

To escape as the sun,

slowly started to dim.

He didn’t want her to go;

But she did anyway;

He would’ve done anything;

If she could only stay,

Her rose red lips are white now;

Her bright blue eyes; gray.

Her body is limp now.

Because she did anyway.