I’m watching your shallow breathing,
in and out of consciousness,
your heart struggling with time,
the second hand plodding on
as your fingers twitch and stretch.
Your groaning is delicate,
the upheaval of misery
with the replacement of fear.
Angels fall from your bloody mouth
and burn up as they pass your toes.
They might scream, but no one is listening,
attentions fixed elsewhere,
some at you, others the distance.
Shared glances, awkward in the moment,
maybe forgotten in years to come.
They bow at your crucifix,
trembling in their awe and fright.
Soon comes night and candles flicker
as they battle with the elements.
If a divine intervention occurred,
we all missed it in our grief
and shame, o shame!
אלהי אלהי למא שבקתני

An angel misfires a miracle
and the world is extinguished.
I agree with seventh_angel... what about "some at you, others faraway"? Although I think the real problem for me is the word "attentions"... what about like:

...but no one is listening,
ears tuned in to distant sounds...
All at once,
The world can overwhelm me
There's almost nothin' that you could tell me
That could ease my mind.