A Sad Ending Poem by Theresa Short

As my skins turns to ice,
The cold is deadly like acid firing mice,
My breath slowly becomming short and heavy gasping for air,
Getting the horrible depressing stare,
I need your warmth to keep me alive,
I need you just to survive,
I can hear the angels singing to me,
as God is calling me to him,
Hurry to me before its to late,
For Im in a deathening state,
Keep me with you forever and ever more,
For my voice is too sore,
Good bye my love, good bye to you,
Never forget I always loved you