I'm Coming

Dying...
The blood is choking me,
killing me.
My mind is growing dimmer,
darkening slowly.
Gasping for air
but none reaches my lungs.
A bright light,
calling me to it.
"Come," it says, "Come"
I cannot fel my arms,
nor my legs
I only have my mind,
and my mind is frazzeled.
I stare at the light,
and I speak two voiceless words.

"I'm coming."