Gasping for air-
the body is weak.
Sweating hair-
tears run down the cheek.

Life passes through the eyes
of one who is soon blind
and death stalks the cries
of a man wishing to rewind.

The pain is numbing,
endorphins ensue.
No point in running,
for death only pursues.

Nervous smile,
saddened expression,
walking the green mile
with guilty confessions.

Life, once long,
now is short.
No longer strong
the soul aborts.