Each day I lay, in this place Surrounded by my thoughts Without a way, to move or speak While my body slowly rots Every single day and night I pray to meet my death Curse this vile, tube and pump Forcing into me, my breathe If I could only disconnect This tube that pumps my air I’d gladly leave, this earthly Hell To liberate, my pained despair No bonds would hold me back My soul would be set free And soaring up, to heaven’s gate I’d be let in, by Thee BOEMS BY JA 520