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Flatline -----

My heartbeat slows
as does my breath
as i prepare for a cold, dark death.

I lie here in this hospital bed
and i realize that it's
all in my head.

Flatline, embrace me
hold me in your arms;
Wrap me in your grip
like a spool wrapped in yarn.

Symbolizing my death,
the crow flies through
into this room
where everything feels blue.

They can't save me
yes i know.
But, alas,
perhaps i want to go..?

My heart begins to race,
as i near the clouds
and those pearly gates.

My poems linger here in the room;
deep, dark, and shrouded in gloom.
For it is my passing time;
My FLATLINE.

Silent running in my head
makes me wish that
i was already dead.

Footsteps slowing
like the beat of my heart.
Time to go;
Time to part.


-myself-
11.04.08 - 11.05.08