That's My World Poem by Ayesha Tulkubra

An ocean of blood.
That's my World.
An effort to swim,
The vision growing dim
Sharks circling,
Hope is to which i cling.
I see sharp, pointed teeth.
Waves flowing above my head.
Its getting hard to breath.
Tried calling a name.
Nobody there, who should i blame?
One last time,
My head moved through a rhyme.
That running through veins.
Now rushing through throat.
In a few moments.
Cold, worthless mass'll float.
An elegy of sins.
A melody of virtues.
Death's lullaby'll drag.
To an ending snooze.