Beeps and blips and mechanical drips count my days away
Tubes and hoses and the occasional roses obstruct my view of the pane.
A shaded pane of window glass, blocked for what reason one may ask.
for the day is too bright and too dark is the night; they could possibly wither me away.
between the drugs that I take and my pitiful state, I think the doctors decision came a little to late. for I have made my final mistake.
my biggest mistake of all was that simple trip to the hospital.
A kind old lady behind the front desk quietly asked what was my request.
'twas a simple thing, not big nor small, a common cold and that was all.
she whisked me away in a chair on wheels, ignoring its pathetic squeaks and squeals.
Into a room I sat alone for awhile, until a man in white shined a sinister smile.
he waltzed on in with that evil grin and asked for what reason I was to see him.
"a common cold" I slowly replied only to be stared down by a pair of icy blue eyes.
He sat for a mo