Pain pulses in my head as i lay upon this hospital bed awaitn the soon aproachin day that the doc comes in to say it is time for me to go n the outcome i shall not know i hope i die upon the table i hope my vitals go unstable im sick of the n pain im sick of it im goin insane! So on that day six days from today the doc will say its time. Will this be my last stupid rhyme? Will this be my time to stop my beating heart? Blah.