Arctra

The prize is close, I can feel it near. Blood does fall, So does my life. I watch it like a hourglass. What now do I do? The knife slips to the ground. Silence now and through. Dizziness overtakes. I sway. I am convinced, People will not care. I fall to my knees. No longer strong. Head connects with ground. It will swallow me. No longer to suffer. A final shattering breath.....