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Intensive Care II

As though through cotton wool
I can hear their every sound
Of my team of carers
As they move around

My heart beat is strong
Strong as it's ever been
Being augmented
By their magic machine
The time is fast approaching
For decisions to be made
Other lives affected
If wrongly delayed
And I am trapped in my head
I cannot move or scream
This is the stuff of nightmares
Man's worst worst dream
If the machine is switched off
Will this be my goodbye
A slow slide through starvation
To the bitter final end of this I

As my team of carers
Slowly move around
As though through cotton wool
I can hear their every sound



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Intensive Care II