Death of a Child

In the night,
She watches me.
Pale and white,
She swallows the key.

All alone,
No where to run.
She gives out a groan,
And pulls out her gun.

She's getting close,
I sit and wait.
I take a dose,
She counts down my fate.

10, 9 ,8...
She starts my death.
In the dark,
I take my last breath.

7, 6, 5...
Is there a point,
To staying alive.
Is there a point,
To stopping at five?

4, 3, 2...
The tears start to fall.
Is this it,
Is life worth nothing at all?

....my life flashes in a blink of an eye....
She starts to giggle,
As she watches me die.

Then I turn my head,
To the girl with glee.
And as I bled,
My mother watches me.