Dying Thoughts

My wounds are bleeding again.
But this time, they won't stop.
Three minutes is all it takes.
By then I will be gone...

There's no one here to care.
I will not be missed.
I've lived out my life alone.
And now I find my freedom.

My mind is starting to fog.
How long has it been?
My eyelids are growing heavy.
Only half a minute left.

My heart is starting to slow.
I take my final breath.
My eyes start to close.
My time is up...