How did it feel
when your mind left your body…
and you were declared dead.

Those stunning green eyes
once filled with life…
now hidden by those
black, fixed pupils.

Your every orifice
now holds tubes…
only to preserve
what’s left of you.

But not for you.

For someone deserving
of life…
or perhaps a second chance.

Now we sit here…
listening to these constant,
sharp, monitoring beeps…
my paperwork completed.

Soon the harvesters will take you
for your last salvageable parts…
like crops in a sterile field.

Brain-dead… yet still very much alive

So was it worth it?
That one last fucking high