Wounded

The lines in between fade away And I’m left standing in gray. I cannot, dare not, go back; Yet, I cannot find my way forward. If I give up this fight I will surely lose you from sight. I cannot, dare not, say good bye; You are the one I live for. But my blood continues to drain Leaving my fingers red-stained. I cannot, dare not, let go; But my fingers are cold, numb. Your face is what I long to see, What I want my last memory to be. I cannot, dare not, look away; Even as a siren splits the night. I see the hope in your eyes As my heart slowly dies. I cannot, dare not…