How does one
Write ones heart down
What does one
Do to cry
Where does one
Go to hide now
When does one
Learn to die
Or does one
Take a breath now
Dull the senses
And learn to lie
Its been sometime now
I have this desire
For you to save me
And kill me while
I sing this song now
A song of hope
This optimist's whine
This pain I cant
Bear to live with
Its not for me
This sickly white
Loved ones wailing
Despair and strife
And all I do
Is watch a wall clock
And watch time go by
Not a finger
I can move
While these machines
Keep me alive
On them I depend
To breathe and live
On you I depend
To use your knife
If you hear me
Do me this favour
Switch off this machines
This man made life
All it take is
A little love son
And some courage
This act son
I do encourage
Random surfing of the net.. brought me to stories... of long spells of coma... and vegetation... and euthanasia.... and they brought me confusion... on ethics... and wrong... and right...
I don't promote euthanasia... I think its wrong... but I feel for those... those that sleep... sleep unwillingly... and die each day... because of life... man-made life...
What do you have to say???
Hello from the other siiiiide
1 year ago