And now you’re lying there on your dying bed.
Pale skin and sunken face.
You don’t deserve this...
What is going through your head right now?
Are you thinking about your life? All the things you did and didn’t do?
Are you dying in regret or have you lived a satisfying life?
Or are you perhaps thinking about what is going to happen next?
As we say goodbye, a single tear falls down your cheek.
You know your end is near.
It hurts me to know you do.
I don’t want to think about it, but I have to.
You are almost gone.
And you don’t deserve this…