Behind The Smiles
Lying here so still thinking I got no will,
Drip in my hand I can hardly stand,
My life waited for my death to come but this is no fun,
My loved ones around me making me slightly happy,
I won't be there for celebrations nor for my relations.
Morphine drips from a bag down a tube, inserted in my arm feeling like an ice cube,
It drags behind me, step by step, a relief of the pain and ready for the prep,
That blurs my vision which means supervision.