I Cry to Die

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???