sterile smell
permeates fluorescent hallways
hardened dividing curtains
death drills an emotional well

medicine is
the heaven of hell
neverending suffering
clasped by constant beeping

private moments
spent with futile wishing
the grim reaper visits
souls beg for release

washed out flowers
wilt with their futile wishing
cold hands shake with pained smiles
say goodbye

hospitals taste like metallic death
i hate visiting you.