Whisper Poem by Johnney Diaz

I look upon my pale hand, the blood drips dark red, resting on the palm of someone who never realized what he had. i lose my sight, all i can see is a bright luminescence of which compels me to lay static as it draws closer, for a moment i flash back and i can feel, my heart rate slow down and a whisper as i kneel'do not run from your fate, your love was meant to fuel my hate, this is the end for you now witness the pain, you caused to all others who've taken your place' that's when i closed my tiring eyes, then i forfeited the soul who had an undeserved life.