Still

She laid impossibly still
On sterile sheets
And last bits of will

The lights are too bright
For this vacuum of time
And the walls are too white
For this black scene

Monotonous beeping
Coming from somewhere
Piercing weeping
Coming from everywhere

I should be crying
And bawling as well
But my insides are dying
Just like herself

She laid impossibly still
On sterile sheets
And last bits of will