A rainy day,

in midst of May,

what did I do?

I have no clue,

Time spent,

Memories went,

off they run,

with the click of a gun,

a bloody space opens,

terror seen through a lens,

death has come,

came it for me?

A bloody day,

in midst of May,

as in a dream,

they scream,

did I die?

Why do I lie?

I lie here,

nothing is clear,

It gets blurry,

I am in a hurry.

A puddle rising,

knives are slicing.

My last day,

in midst of May,

I must leave,

nothing acchieved,

behind me regrets,

but darker it gets,

a red sea has come,

I succumb,

a failed aid,

it came too late,

My soul is gone,

Death had begun.