Ready To Die

I spit the blood out onto the floor,
though I’m left with a smile tattered with sores.
I have a feeling as I ‘am just about to go.
Yet I can feel my pulse gradually flow.
My eyes dipped in red,
as my skin begins to shed.
My breath half gone,
as my heart is being torn.
I lift my head,
my mind contemplating as I can’t fled.
Because I can’t lie.
I’m ready to die.