Echoing

I hear your footsteps
echo on the wet pavement
slowly walking away,
solidifying my entombment.

With my blood on the ground
and my heart in your hand,
I welcome the darkness
with the dark shrouded band.

I look down upon myself
laying helpless on the cold
cement, unmoving and stiff,
I only wish I could have a handhold.

I wish I had a handhold,
to help me survive
but thats not in the plans
and there's no chance to revive.