This Was something I wrote about six years ago
Dark
It was DARK the day that I died
It was DARK when the Knife blade slid between my shoulders.
It was DARK in the alley with the rain lashing down and the wind howling.
It was DARK,
and shadows hid the face of the man that murdered me.
It was Dark as the hot, red, blood pumped out
and the cold night seeped in.
It was DARK as I fell and stumbled cracking my knees against the cold, hard, concrete.
And as I drew my final breath and my eyes closed,
at last, I saw the LIGHT.
Dark
It was DARK the day that I died
It was DARK when the Knife blade slid between my shoulders.
It was DARK in the alley with the rain lashing down and the wind howling.
It was DARK,
and shadows hid the face of the man that murdered me.
It was Dark as the hot, red, blood pumped out
and the cold night seeped in.
It was DARK as I fell and stumbled cracking my knees against the cold, hard, concrete.
And as I drew my final breath and my eyes closed,
at last, I saw the LIGHT.
