Btchz & Hz

Denouement.

[1954-2003.]

HAHAHAHA.

(via robots-are-people-too)

Nine years ago, today.

Tony Thompson! I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit, Where you can place a smile upon my face in any condition. 

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where you have lifted your spirit from an unconscious state, to say your last words to me.

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where you lost the battle of life.

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where you hang on to the last thread, drained from a frayed sweater.

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where I am so frustrated as if I had lost the piece to complete my puzzle.

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where you leave my life as the sun enters the day.

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where you and I have 60 seconds till you leave my presence forever.

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where no words can express the emotions I feel.

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where I hear your last breathe and heart beat.

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where I feel your body jolt as it grasps for life, but cannot maintain.

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where a permanent shadow has been cast over my skies.

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where I hold you with all my might never wanting to let go as you are pulled away by an uncontrollable force.

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where your presence warms the room of the cold sterile hospital.

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where darkness fills the white room and florescent lights.

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where my eleven year old self stops registering everything completely.

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where you lay yellow and jaundice as your body slowly shuts down.

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where they gave you an hour to live and you hung in there for nine.

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where the piercing sound of the monitors haunt my brain.

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where your hands feel cold and limp in mine.

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where every bone in my fucking body shatters to a million pieces.

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where the weight of a thousand pound truck is laid upon my chest, pressing down until I explode.

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where I last breathe in your scent.

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where you died in my arms as I held you and was pulled off you by the doctors and nurses.

I am with you on November twelfth at one twenty-seven AM in the Intensive Care Unit,Where I lost you dad…