Death's Game of Life

Battered, bruised,
Beaten, broken,
Cut up, bleeding,
And yet he's still breathing.

Scarred, scorned,
Ripped open and torn,
Choking, coughing,
And yet he's still walking.

Constricting convulsions,
No pulse, Flat line,
Prepped for conversion,
Shock him! No time,

We tried,
He died,
At the table, he gave a surprise,
Even in death this boy would arise.

With death at his side,
Nowhere left to hide,
With clouded vision he strives to survive,
A player in death's game, A struggle to stay alive.