(2012)

one last embrace you wanted
the touch from the living loved
too afraid you would take them with you

some peace from the white coats
ripping your body open
sticking this in which does not belong
taking that out to kill you

septic room of confused souls
numbed since birth to miss the point
and you, suffering, forced to listen
shrill penetration of petty problems
deaf to your silent pleas

tired, wasted, insensate
you begged for death
until the moment she came