Organ Donor

This bed is cold, blank, and death white.

I wish someone would take a match, and my body, you could ignite.

Because inside I'm not pure,

I feel like I'm laying on a million, shinny razor blades, and there is no cure.

The door that life has opened, will be shut for all eternity.

My skin feels like is bubbling, and I'm stuck on absent purity.

These pillows this hospital offers,
are uncomfertable, for my head,
my headache feels like an avalanche,

But I laugh, with faith, instead.

I write to my father, who is long across the bubbly ocean,
Far from me now, but I don't what him to feel my heart broken emotion.

The nurses come, take take me away, in the darkness, this is where, I'll forever stay...

My running spirit, my withering soul,
God is soon the owner...

If I'm lost...

If I don't find, an organ donor...