As The Smoke Clears

Laying completely motionless,
the smoke clears.
I regain conciousness,
and rise to my feet.
Taking deep, wheezing breaths,
I wipe the tears from my eyes.
How could this be?
Still alive?
No, this must not be true...
There is no way...
I stumble through the front door,
and trip over the welcome mat.
Bleeding and alone,
I lay down to die.
Wandering the barriers,
of consciousness and death...
Awaiting the reaper,
and begging for forgiveness.
Death will come,
so here I go...