Eighteen green balloons
Circling around the bed
A few blue flowers in bloom
Just to counteract the red
In your pleading eyes
Candles carry on the lies
Of specters caring on the side
Just knowing it’s your time

Down the hall the gurney hastens
Secluded, little airtight spaces
Where the walls are growing faces
The Lord left all His grace behind
Installing breathless tangled braces
Locked within are faithless traces
Doubts tumble down a *****
Towards sober trials
Drunken chases
Seems to me too late to race
The pulsing threat of black embraces

A myriad of visions slip
A pair of switches toss and flip
What used to be your fabric twined
Now lies outstretched and slowly rips
Paintings of your past receding
Into modern microchips
Rushing laughter comes to grips
Against a brush of fingertips
Until the shining light makes way
For vessels in memoriam
The last of life escapes in ships
Faintly passing by the sound
Of others on their final trip