• Im wearing out, my breath is becoming weak
    Maybe one day, you can applaud my cause
    As for now, its your life that is bleak

    I gently lay you down
    Listen for your breath
    The palms of my hands are now on your chest

    With the first push, a loud crack
    A sudden flinch from my gesture,
    shuttering at the sound.

    You know i care with a second push,
    moving the bones against your heart,
    then grinding their way back up.

    Hurting for you with a third push
    Hoping your heart will pump on its own
    with out my hands

    Praying for you with the fourth push
    Pushing the blood out when i push down,
    and in when i release

    Needing you with the fifth push
    Wanting the blood to go back to your lips
    for one warm kiss


    Missing you as I push for sixth
    Constantly thinking of what you had
    and still do with me

    Desperate for you with the seventh push
    I never wanted to hurt you
    You should have to feel this pain

    Worried about you with the eighth
    Trying to fight deaths cold chill over you
    there is not much more that i can do

    Whispering I love you with the ninth push
    hoping its not to late
    begging that youre ok

    Not wanting to say Good bye with last push
    praying for a miracle to happen
    for death to take me instead

    Moving off of you and to your side
    listening for one last breath
    hoping its not the end

    Putting my thumb on your chin
    and opening your mouth ever so slighty
    for one last kiss and breath

    I fought for loving you
    and for your heart to still beat
    When you died in my arms