'Til Death Do Us Join کے بول

tied to my bed, counting seconds to my death dying body parts, descending my last breath spontaneous bleeding wounds, new ones every day if there's a God, please make this go away I count - my days, alone - I wait your final will - donate minutes go so slow, with poison in my veins I am but young, yet dying of old age force myself to hope, for help in any way to rid myself off flesh, rottening with decay only until death - do us join can I hope to be reborn only until death - do us join my fate state of (the) art technique avoid hollow bodyshell, used-up inner core sickness spreading fast, cannot eat no more holding on to life, but I see no reason why am I to live, someone else has to die I pray for resurrection more likely a dissection promise me observation but use me for education lost my faith in medicine witness to no evidence I know now that all is lost knowledge I now pay the cost