Beehoover The Hospice Inn
feel your breath as you awake from lungs you haven't known this way the limbs are numb pain's all to feel this rotten body a useless remnant this pain is endless all's to loathe just a victim of hypocratic oath half-dead is what you're called your body is machine controlled like a present to despise as a child in its mother's hands from which its life depends you're so helpless and fragile the focus narrows the mind restricts to the beauty of the end's bliss the focus narrows the mind restricts you want to go they won't let you you drown in fear in endless fear they torture you by loving you you drown in fear in painful fear
