tied to my bed, counting seconds to my death
dying body parts, descending my last breath
spontaneous bleeding wounds, new ones every day
if there’s a God, please make this go away
I count — my days, alone — I wait
your final will — donate
minutes go so slow, with poison in my veins
I am but young, yet dying of old age
force myself to hope, for help in any way
to rid myself off flesh, rottening with decay
only until death — do us join
can I hope to be reborn
only until death — do us join
my fate state of (the) art technique avoid
hollow bodyshell, used-up inner core
sickness spreading fast, cannot eat no more
holding on to life, but I see no reason why
am I to live, someone else has to die
I pray for resurrection
more likely a dissection
promise me observation
but use me for education
lost my faith in medicine
witness to no evidence
I know now that all is lost
knowledge I now pay the cost