Give me rest and peace
Give me darkness of the tomb
Take my life away from me
Euthanasia – my right to die
My way to escape the pain
Lights slowly died, time to sleep
The chamber is the cold tiled room
The bed is an operating table
Above me the worried men in white
Are they angels? Is it heaven?
– No, my mind, sleep now, it’s surgery
– Oh, I see – I’m sinking in narcosis.
Eyes feels like made of steel
Can’t move nor hand or leg
The body is all ache and pain
The sound of speaking man outside
Can’t reach the sense of words
– Àm I dead and is it hell now?
– No, my mind, you are in coma.
Not blind, not deaf existence
Between the life and death
Can’t find the way out
Can’t stand my helplessness
From the gloomy labyrinth
Move less body eats the mind
Heavy soul prays for freedom!
02.01.2012