Slowly degenerating.
Neurons fading.Still breathing.Hair falling.Death's calling.The machines are just stalling. The inevitable. Clocks ticking.Wheels spinning. Sadly...the end is nearing.Dry tears.Brimming fears.Switching the gears.Gear seven.Plummit to heaven.After just 365 days times eleven.Minus one.So he's actually ten.But then again.Lets celebrate today incase.Tears run down his mothers face.Cause who knows what tomorrow brings. As the angels welcome him with songs they sing.A better life than he was living.On and on his spirit will go.Sweet hallelujah to the joys and sorrows.