Recurring Dream

My recurring dream; I can't seem to find the meaning of it.

I knew from the start,

that I would depart.

 I accepted my fate,

with arms wide open.

I'd show no fear,

but I would not go down without a fight.

I vowed to see the setting sun,

before the day was done.

I gasped for air,

as molten red liquid dripped from my eyes.

I knew this was it,

as the sun fled from the sky.

Author's Note

My dream in the form of a poem, feel free to interpret however you wish.