I am lying on the ground soaked in the rain,
With my weak and injured body so full of pain,
Upon the ground i lie drenched in my blood,
With the water rising, it’s beginning to flood,
So many horrid gashes, so many deep cuts,
Lacerations from a man who simply hates my guts,
So many of them, some bones are fractured too,
Pain at it’s peak, such pain that i never knew,
I can see him, my attacker walking away,
Leaving me bleeding on this rainy day,
And my vision is fading, but i can’t just die,
I don’t want my last vision to be this rainy sky,
No, i must rise up before the water rises any more,
I must carry myself to the nearest hospital door,
Rise up body, I am far too young to die,
I am not ready to meet my maker in the celestial sky,
Please, somebody please save me from death,
I am far from ready to take my very last breath,
I am dying, my consciousness fading fast,
I can’t go on much longer, i doubt i can last....
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