It Was Just a Dream

I was standing at the edge I saw it coming I could smell its scent I had this feeling at the pit of my stomach My heart was taking forever Slow but sure it was coming to a halt Death was knocking The heart beat began to slow It was so faint I could hardly hear it My knees weakened And I was crumbling Slowly I was falling I was dyeing yet still standing My sight blurred My hands were in a tight fist I was holding my self I was lifting my self For a moment I thought I could But I was wrong My being was loosing its strength Life had given up on me A scream pierced the atmosphere I was dying The wailings were louder I was dead I was panting my breadth heavy I was crying and I couldn't stop the tears I was mourning my own death Then my eyes flew open No no but I'm dead It was just a dream.