The warmth of my skin fades to cold,
Just like my father's did moments ago.
The sweet sound of his smooth-beating heart,
Was replaced with the tic and toc of his wristwatch.
The sound echoed through my mind and seemed to stop,
Along with the colorful thoughts that turned to rock.
My vision turned black and the last thing I saw was the purple and blue skin
Of my daddy's left and right arm.
I could not stop shaking and my lungs didn't work,
My eyes were filled with tears and my heart with hurt.