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Here you lay

Amidst the pallid, torn and grey

Cast upon desolate waters, atrophied and forsaken

Prophesized never to awaken

Devoid of movement, of sight, and of speech

A yearning to be heard, buried deep beneath

Attached to the artificial, for reliance to breath

A pale complexion, a ghostly veil, a failing fortress now besieged

Desperately clinging on

There is life still, in your sunken eyes

On cruel tubes and wires dependent

Drowning in a hollow sleep of strife

A token of sentience

I implore you to demonstrate

Awaiting some acknowledgement

Will there be a change in this terminal state?

Encased within your failing shell

You try, but cannot escape

Entangled unto this sullen slumber

The summoning of death's sublime embrace

I stand here watching over you

Struggling with dark thoughts

I wish to abate

Ephemeral decomposition

Within this squalid, desolate place

Under heavy sedation

Yet feeling a pain that's so immense

Externally at peace

Internally in distress

Unconsciousness - slipping

Drifting farther away

Feel the rot slowly setting in

Life force to deteriorate

Bereavement preemptive

Acceptance of a fate

Yet I am still waiting

Helpless guardian before the gate

You were ensnared

You are enslaved

Never to leave this place

To morbidity a final embrace

I am here, can you hear?

Will you remember as you sleep?

At your side, unto you I confide

A sentinel for the fragile

I'm trying now, but I cannot speak

Hope is abandoning me

Please wake now, from this melancholic dream

I feel your presence all around me

I am still here, why can't you hear?

Remembrance of decease

At your side, until the ending of your life

A sentinel for the fragile