Tubes like a spaghetti junction
Where do they stop, where do they begin
In this bed, a machine breathes
Lungs Inflate like a balloons
Then deflate like a last breath
I see the living walking past the door,
I am like a corpse that isn't yet dead,
A flicker burns in each eye,
People shine lights in to my soul
I am still in their life still burns inside
This life in others hands
Medicine,
Machines,
Artificial life
A drip, a single drop every second
Keeps infection at bay,
If not for those caring,
I would be in the freezer downstairs
Will they wait for time to heal,
Or will they sign my life away
It isn't theirs to choose, I'm in there still somewhere.