The ground rushes up to meet me

Hitting me with a force I don't feel.

Crimson liquid paints it,

The space around me, no longer grey cement,

Now bloodsoaked slabs of pavement.

My vision fades, light dimming.

My hearing fuzzed, everything sounding distant.

Is that screaming? Shouting? Crying?

Why would people be crying?

I don't feel anything,

My body numb.

My vision clears for a few seconds,

Long enough for me to see a face.

Tears running along cheeks,

Arms holding me, arms that aren't felt by me.

I hear sirens in the distant,

Weird shapes come my way.

I close my eyes,

Finally giving into the darkness that was in the back of my mind all along.

Death itslef.