to be me

Enter the tunnel of grey, black and red,
See the person asleep on the bed.
Watch the ice surround that skin,
The shallow breaths show life won't win.
Hot or cold, alive or dead,
Thoughts are confused inside her head.
The dog cannot wake her and get her to play,
Nor the sun shine bright enough to bring a new day.
The pain wasn't brief, it was harsh and cruel,
Life would not win with death in a duel.
Don't cry noisily, for she wishes to listen,
Hear the words from her graves bed chrisen.
Arise her for her friends, neighbours and family,
Await the slow death, of a girl turned womanly.