I hear sirens,
Eyelids heavy,
Blurred vision,
paralyzed tongue,
Numb body.
I hear voices,
Talks of homicide,
Critical,
Fatal,
Flatline.
Then a thought,
My family,
Was it only me?
who could of knew?
I remember looking,
As the flashes started,
But I felt nothing,
Pain,
Fear,
Death.
Upon awaking,
I'm the awe of many,
The army of scrubs lay still,
Motionless was the room,
For Death now walks among men.
"7 mins" they whisper,
Was will my motivation?
Was God?
Was hatred?
Time should tell,
But what's time to the dead?