Time is ticking

July 12, 2013

Tick.. Tock.. Tick.. Tock

The clock struck 12

A young teenage boy lay on a hospital bed

Inablity to move

Almost paralyzed

His breathing is kinda weezy

Heart rate at a slow steady beat

An aroma of ciggerette fills the room

A man in front sittin in front of him

Slience...

Then the young boy is dead

Eyes are now shut

It's now 1:00

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