My Murder

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I watched the blood flow out
Enthralled by it's crimson colour
It reminded me of so much
I am never going to see Mother again
I had promised to give her grandchildren
But now, her hopes will be dashed
I felt a sharp pain as the jagged knife entered my belly
I felt an even greater pain as my innards came out with it
I held my hand to my stomach
I never thought I'd hold my own intestines
I always thought that I'd die an old man
A peaceful death while in deep sleep.
I watched my assailant remove my wallet from my pocket..
It had been a gift from the love of my life.
How is she going to cope with the pain?
I had been murdered for an empty wallet
That was the last thing I thought about
Just before I felt the cold embrace of oblivion.