The Stroke of Death!

the television was on. glued to the next scene. the hands of time, chime; to the sound of death... chirping away ... am i going to die tomorrow? the thought echoes, the air in my head. the motion of time... the motion of time... the motion of time.... the clock struck midnight my lungs propelled the motors of my current heartbeat... panic struck 1 am... spring is here... trying my hardest to imagine the truth of the situation but love has come and gone and so has my last breath echoed the stroke of death! -Kyle - "i thought it wasn't clear until i corrected myself"