• Wish I knew what to do,
    People screaming all around me,
    I wish you were here too,
    Instead of death, you're the only one I see.

    Can others hear these screams in my mind?
    They still walk faster when I show my face,
    Wishes of the dying are all the peace I find,
    Yet something always seems out of place.

    Wish I couldn't see your image anymore,
    But that dying wish is one that won't be granted,
    Images of blood and war leave me yet more sore,
    People started staring as I ranted.

    Death came swiftly after my mind was decieved,
    I asked for one dying wish to come true,
    No answer had I recieved,
    Except for your image left me alone before the wish I began to rue.