I know what you're about to say And yes, I want to stay And now the look that's on your face Is not at all Encouraging Not at all comforting This table is too cold for me I am starting to worry I don't want to leave your side and I just want to go outside but Will I ever get up from this uncomfortable table? When will my body give up Funny, that much I'm sure it's able I can't stand the thought of being here one minute and the next I'm Gone "In his final minutes we want to make sure he's comfy" Is that really the last words I'll ever hear? The last sight, your eyes filled with tears? "We won't forget you" A bright light and endless shapes It's overwhelming Good