If I die will you love me?

Bleed Me Dry

My breathing is shallow and it hurts to move so I lie there and prepare to move on from this life. As I lay bleeding out, my hand covers the blood pouring out of my body, red probably now paints the white of the shirt I had once been dressed in. I hear the sirens driving far off in the distance, are they coming here I wonder briefly, so I force my eyes to remain open. My thoughts are redirected as I turn my head, and see those eyes, a smile graces my mouth. The eyes I fell in love with filling with tears and I wonder why your crying. Oh how it breaks my heart so. Watching those same tears stain your beautiful cheeks, it kills me. I hate it when you cry. I mean to ask what caused your pain, what in this world could hurt my love so, but before the words could leave my lips, I slip into the darkness and the last thing I hear from you is " *te voy amar hasta que la ultima gota es derramada (I'll love you with all my heart)".........until the last drop is spilled.

And then alas nothing.