Nothing. Nothing, Not a sound,
Not a whisper, Nor hearts deep pound,
Vision darkening, Eyes Narrow,
Your stomach rushing, Dives the sparrow.

Heat in your throat, You shudder alone,
You slowly turn, Whiter than bone.
Color gone, Your as good as dead,
Thinking only of the life you lead.

You cough, he coughs, Not even you,
Your mind dazed, Not knowing what to do.
You hold your hand, To you gut,
Trying to hold the blood from the cut.

You want to scream, But your lips don’t move.
Almost as if just to prove.
That realities gone, Your life slipping,
As you lean, Slowly tipping,

Tears hold, At your eyes,
Tears your love, But you they despise,
The ground rushes, But seems so slow,
As you take the fall you go.

Hit the ground, Not a sound,
Bodies littering the broken ground.
You wake, Shaking covered in sweat.
Terrified, The dreamed fate you met.