He lay there crying in pain
He harboured a virus long inside
No one knows how it came
For how long it has been eating him
But finally the body gave up
Lost the fight against the invader
Deep yellow his eye
A liver studded with cancer meats
Stretched down till the belly button
His arms licked dry by the disease
He cries in pain
Intact are his senses still
But losing grip of reality slowly
He knows he will end
His body is eaten up from inside
In deep pain he suffers
Askes forgiveness for crimes
He cant remember committing
Maybe the reasult of lives past
The heinous crimes he must have done
He wants to leave this world behind
And become a thing of past.
But the doctor won't listen
His passionate cries of desperation
He comes and notes and goes
A lifeless smile playes on his face
Do whatever but bent can't he be.
The nurse follows with injections
The fluid burns through the veins
He cries for mercy to the lord
And he wants him to embrace.
It's a gone case says the doc to a colleague
Then why do you hold him back?
He lives in pain
Cant he at least die in peace?
What's the point in holding him back
Piercing the lost body with torchering sharps
His manhood burns from the infected catherter
His body is rotting in his own shit
All he askes is the peace of death
Life - you couldn't give back to him
And still... Hold him back
As long as possible
Is that what makes you humane?
He harboured a virus long inside
No one knows how it came
For how long it has been eating him
But finally the body gave up
Lost the fight against the invader
Deep yellow his eye
A liver studded with cancer meats
Stretched down till the belly button
His arms licked dry by the disease
He cries in pain
Intact are his senses still
But losing grip of reality slowly
He knows he will end
His body is eaten up from inside
In deep pain he suffers
Askes forgiveness for crimes
He cant remember committing
Maybe the reasult of lives past
The heinous crimes he must have done
He wants to leave this world behind
And become a thing of past.
But the doctor won't listen
His passionate cries of desperation
He comes and notes and goes
A lifeless smile playes on his face
Do whatever but bent can't he be.
The nurse follows with injections
The fluid burns through the veins
He cries for mercy to the lord
And he wants him to embrace.
It's a gone case says the doc to a colleague
Then why do you hold him back?
He lives in pain
Cant he at least die in peace?
What's the point in holding him back
Piercing the lost body with torchering sharps
His manhood burns from the infected catherter
His body is rotting in his own shit
All he askes is the peace of death
Life - you couldn't give back to him
And still... Hold him back
As long as possible
Is that what makes you humane?
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