Euthanasia Poem by J.. J

A living hell or heavenly release?
Two options alone, for your choosing
Don't be fooled into thinking there is a correct choice
No matter what, someone always ends up losing

"At least you're alive and kicking! " you cry
"True, but that's not enough reason to stay! "
Ask yourself, would you rather end it all?
Or be in hell, for yet another day?

In the release of all of your suffering
You can find eternal peace of mind
You would shoot a wounded animal right away
But you wont mercy kill one of your own kind

Hear my voice even though it is weak
Hear the heartfelt plea of a person in pain
Switch off those damned machines
They are the reason I am slowly going insane

The human body needs constant recharging
Not decaying, slowly but surely from inside
Fond memories now lost to dementia
I would have liked them intact, and with me when I died

Holding a life in your hands is a precious gift
You've thought that too, from the moment of your birth
You are God in my eyes, so act mercifully
Show me a hard life, was one of great worth

Stop the flow of gases through tubes
Stop the flow of drugs through these drips
Stop the agony flowing constantly to my brain
Stop the breath flowing over my lips

Kept alive on machines isn't living
It means existing in a very personal hell
When the human body stops being a vehicle
It turns slowly into a prison-like shell

Limbs and torso, useless to me now
No neural functions left to find
Everyone discussing ethics, seem to forget
The right of free-will in my mind