Fate is sealed

he is comming closer i feel the cold

My fate is sealed.
I am to die.
Heat ensnares my body and
I can not move.
My stomach contorts
My brain explodes
Red and orange
splattered onto my vision.
Warm tears trail down my face
They seemed to boil
to burn my skin.
I whimper in pain,
and try to call out.
But no one is home to help me.
So I sink into the blackness
when I close my eyes.
That final time.
Good night.
Sweet dreams.
The heat ebbs away.
As my heart beat stops
Cold.
Finlay cold.

Author's Note

my days are going away