they say;
"don't worry, i'll be right here for you when...

when your lungs begin to fight for air".

not so comforting a thought as you gasp for life while they stand over you and stare.

almost menacingly they stand there,

without a fear,

for their own life
as your own death draws near.

fading to black couldn't feel more cold ....

more weird.

spare me the pity my dear,

i certainly don't need you here.

death found me this year.

i'm scared but,
there will be no coward's tears.