“DOCTOR! DOCTOR!

De-fib me, I’m still alive in here,

I see you counting the beats to my heart; fear my resilience

Don’t give up easily on me even as I stand between fact and destiny

DOCTOR! DOCTOR!

De-fib me; my rhythm is weak but my song is beautiful

I lay watching, loss of speech, but you listen,

You glance and time me as the words seek the EKG

DOCTOR! DOCTOR!

Death aligns me; seems so free,

As I float effortless with my vision tampered: clouds in me”

DOCTOR! DOCTOR!

De-fib me, I’m still alive in here,

I see you counting the beats to my heart; I need my love

I can’t leave; it’s too early…

Pain latches like a skull to neck but it’s obsolete to the empty feeling of your absence

Doc… Doc… No; don’t leave…

My pulse is still here, MY PULSE IS STILL HERE!

Even if my rhythm is weak, the song is beautiful…”