Struggle

the blood dripping down the side,

of the deep blue walls,

rising to the top,

till it fills the halls,

Drowning in the lungs,

gagging for air,

A thousand needles striking,

as thin as your hair,

your struggling in the liquid,

wanting to breathe,

but all you know

it is me that you need,

the numbness strikes your skull,

you think its the end,

its risen to the level,

one hundred percent

your dead floating away in your mind,

even though you really died

in the heart of yours and mine.