Life Support-pt. 2

Comatose.
I'm fast asleep.
There's no use in waking me up
for destruction is all I reap.

I'm not dreaming,
I just hope someone pays me a visit.
they won't talk to me while I sleep
so I don't have to deal with it.

With tubes down my throat.
there's such comfort here.
My eyes are closed-dead to the world,
It's easy to disappear.

Electric waves sent through my heart
a flatline rings through my ears.
A small beep from another machine
I can smell my mother's tears.

Searing pain
shooting through my chest.
An oxygen mask over my face,
I must look ridiculous.

Family affairs- i'm so tired.
Doctors' voices- Wonderland.
I can't move, I'm too drugged up,
wires are the latest trend.

Pull my plug
and set me free.
I don't want anymore doctors and nurses
hovering over me.

I've been sleeping for years,
brain death is such a trip.
I'm hanging on to my sanity,
but I'm losing my grip.

These bleached white rooms
are way too much.
So cut the chord
and wake me up.

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