His breathing is constant.
He lies in bed, his eyes open.
His mind asleep, his thoughts on hold.
Time outside his room moves on.

His breathing in staccato.
He lies crooked in bed, his face pained.
His mind races, His life in his eyes.
Time outside his mind moves on endlessly.

His breathing is no more.
He lies prostrate in bed, his eyes closed.
Eternally, Time passes.