• We’re trying to keep you alive for some reason
    We can delay the grave for a few months more
    The nurses will help you sit upright in the chair
    So you can see clearly the shadow of the cloak
    The reaper who is not yet standing over there

    Machines will breathe for you
    When your body gives in
    Children will remember you
    Grey, cold, tubes and machines
    We weren’t meant to last that long

    Blow the dying candles
    Flicker the guttering flame
    Struggle to breathe
    Like the rest of the world
    Holding that last breath