Where's the heroism
In the folds of sheets
Tubes and wires' maze
Pads, sheaves of gauze
Rhythmic beating bleats
Of a mechanism

A last hope stand-in heart
Running on AC,
Chest grotesquely heaved
Each breath achieved
Like death's ecstasy
Young actor played his part

Defending hollow honor
On familiar streets
As if he had to
Live the credo
It's first love life cheats
Son won't mourn his mother