when you find me pinned beneath the wreckage call off your sirens call of your search everything is quiet on fire everything is
warm inside the glow with television static, with engines purring let me sleep.
one by one will my friends leave my side or will my
plane just drop out of the sky?
I can't afford to sleep through the virus hard at work.
it's called me out.
this body will
collapse.
useless to the world.
one sudden drop.
one by one as my senses fade away.
tied to machines that feed signals to my
brain.
this is the end.
the doctor draws a blade.
with patient hands.
he writes his name in braille.
I can't slow my
breathing down when I'm staring at the floor.
underneath the threat of giving in, I give it all once more.
quietly dissolving under
lights that call me home I can hear the voices trailing off.
someone is shutting me down.
someone is shoving me underneath waves of
lead.
and I wasn't strong enough to swim back up to the surface to find you.
this is how it begins quietly counting backwards from
ten, nine, eight.
sevensixfivefourthree.
but I can't concentrate on anything.
no one can save me.
I'm not even here.
I am
drifting from consciousness into oblivion.
someone is shutting me down.