Feeling the flowers reach From my lungs to my throat I realize my time is up My eyes squint At the blinding sun As its rays peek through the trees The boy I love runs to my side His cries of desperation echoing in my ears Cradling my limp body in his arms A rose reaches out of my throat And blooms from my lips Its thorns prickling my tongue Death stands over me, waiting And I close my eyes Willing to succumb to him