Not Ready To Go

Leaning against the wall,
Sliding slowly
To the floor,
Coughing up blood.
There's blood on my hands,
Blood on the wall,
Leaving a trail as I slid to the floor,
It pools around,
Slowly turning cold.
After awhile it
Begins to fade,
I stare at the picture in my
Head. The warmth in this
Frame has left.
I need you to know,
That I didn't plan for this.
Heartbeat pounding in my head,
It slows and finally stops,
My breath drawls out slowly.
Will you kiss it all better?
I'm not ready to go..