He heard a knock at the door,
suddenly he couldn’t wait anymore,
felt the pain trickle down his spine.
It crashed open and he flinched,
the sound forcing him to wonder why,
why he had been chosen for such a gruesome life.
Seconds fell to minutes,
minutes fell to hours,
yet somehow time felt frozen.
it felt like nothing had moved for days,
days upon days.
He heard the footsteps in the room,
he heard the shrieks of terror too.
He most certainly didn’t move.
The crimson liquid seeped though,
it seemed from every pore,
he knew this day would come,
dying on the floor.
She rushed to his side,
screaming gargled words
she never heard a thing.
He felt his eyes close again,
just this one last time.
He let himself slip away,
for today he shall die.
Had he had the choice he’d say,
he never wanted it to end this way.
We do things for those we care,
if dying meant saving,
then dying was the only cure.
He had no problem,
not when it was for her.
One last time,
he heard a knock on his door.