I know what you're about to say
And yes, I want to stay
And now the look that's on your face
Is not at all
Encouraging
Not at all comforting
This table is too cold for me
I am starting to worry
I don't want to leave your side and
I just want to go outside but
Will I ever get up from this uncomfortable table?
When will my body give up
Funny, that much I'm sure it's able
I can't stand the thought of being here one minute and the next I'm
Gone
"In his final minutes we want to make sure he's comfy"
Is that really the last words I'll ever hear?
The last sight, your eyes filled with tears?
"We won't forget you"
A bright light and endless shapes
It's overwhelming
Good