Now at ICU, I've followed my body
I did won battling my lunacy
But the prize was so high
My poor body gave up, my soul flied
My friend, my brother, my mother and my Jane
Weeping so much but still hoping, wishing and praying
Fight my friend, stay my son, wake up my love
Their emotions are so true, no one will ever doubt
What am I doing? I must do something
Now that I know that life still has a lot of meaning
So I shifted and laid my soul in my body
They're the reason why I must not give up that easy
I try to move my hand, did they see that?
Try to smile, hopefully someone look at
I must force some nerves, to truly wake up
Praying hard that I can blink my eyes and finally be back
"Oh God!" they've all shouted "doc, doc he is crying"
I counted one, two.... they will be surprised I know
Three... I'm so hopeful, and force my body to sit up
"I'm so sorry we've lost him" said the doctor as I look at my body, now a smiling crying corpse...
written: September 8, 2014 @ 4:55 pm
Mysterious Aries
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