tied to my bed, counting seconds to my death

dying body parts, descending my last breath

spontaneous bleeding wounds, new ones every day

if there's a God, please make this go away



I count - my days, alone - I wait

your final will - donate



minutes go so slow, with poison in my veins

I am but young, yet dying of old age

force myself to hope, for help in any way

to rid myself off flesh, rottening with decay



only until death - do us join

can I hope to be reborn

only until death - do us join

my fate state of (the) art technique avoid



hollow bodyshell, used-up inner core

sickness spreading fast, cannot eat no more

holding on to life, but I see no reason why

am I to live, someone else has to die



I pray for resurrection

more likely a dissection

promise me observation

but use me for education



lost my faith in medicine

witness to no evidence

I know now that all is lost

knowledge I now pay the cost