In the room where I lie down watching the machines hooked up to you

Veins that  look like they could cry

I wonder if this is what it feels like being a victim

Somehow so unaware I wish it could end

They poke at you many times a day

Your insides eaten away

Medicines that are suppose to heal  they hurt and harm your spirit

Why do I feel like this is so unfair such a short time

In a world that suppose to be so big

Nothing to settle the true pain of whats inside my heart

The torment you endure daily

Comes with ease from you

I try to settle my mind with thoughts of being able and cured

My body is feeble not my mind

These eyes know more than you think they do

Dont let this old weathered face fool you

I am sharper than I look

The hallways are so long although they go nowhere

I close my eyes and dream of being young

Skating, running and being  foolish having fun

Moments that I  imagine so vividly and true

My friend in the bed next to me told me stories of war and hurt

Saving others lives and working the front line

Seeing people die right in front of your eyes make you aware

We talked about what life was in the good old days

We seen each other undressed and were not ashamed

At night time we would chat for hours on end

You were my only friend

I love and miss that old guy

A man comes in dressed in black

Has a gurney with a velvet cloth

They cover my old friend with just a sheet

Cover his eyes now he cant see

Pick him up with no gentleness

Just take him away like he was nothing

After he is gone I watch out the window

The hearse is gone yet the tracks from the gurney remain

Fresh in the snow two thin lines

That carried him away

Tommorow I will have someone new

In the mean time I wish I could go be with