História Die with you - Die with you

Flicking lights white walls

Anonymous doors ,with red cross,

And the I C U is

the hotel of dead,

And on the bed

is one I live for the

Gift of time in me enclosed,

The future suddenly exposed.

Neither was I not well,

Neither was he not sick .

My heart was dripping,

Like rain and ice

And now I understood,

What Juliet felt when Romeo was dying

What Theresa felt when Garret was dead.

And no one knows ,how I wish to die with him......