life flashed before me <br />when you spill tea <br />looking out to sea <br />and i lie with a split knee <br />blood spreading <br />over a brand new bedding <br />i felt like lead <br />when i was in bed <br />I was shot in the Heart <br />I felt sick and like a treacle tart <br />i was taken to hospital <br />in a cotton ball <br />the broken doors couldn't break my fall <br />that was my tragic death<br /><br />Magnus Lyche<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-35/
