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