Too Little, too Late
Blood drips in a puddle of fear.
The chain dangling, hope that someone will miss me.
My weak body cold as winter snow.
My breath slowly decreases as tears run down my purplish face.
Hands shaking, wishing your fingers would fill the empty spaces.
The feeling of my body left me, as I stared at myself.
My soul is safe and I'm at peace,
As an angel smiles and whispers to me, "You were loved."