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as he hears the sound of footsteps
off in the distance
he begins to realize
that his life is slipping away
wishing he would have told her
that he loved her
the end coming closer and closer
as the clock ticks and ticks
constetently reminding him whats coming
sitting in that lonely room
with his life flashing before his eyes
the dorr quietly creeks open
sending chills down his back
knowing now he only has
seconds to live
a man dreses in black
slowly enters the room
the boy beginning to cry
as the man raises his gun
to the little boys head
the barrel cold against his head
now the end
is finally here
the last thing that crosses the boys lips
father im sorry...
the boy lays there cold
his heartbeat now gone
the blood no longer racing
the boy lays there now dead
lifeless
with tears still rolling down his face