I wish to leave the confines of my body and flee my restless state of silent chaos <br />Escaping the binding mental chains placed on me with the contractual accurateness <br />Of a bullet through the temple of my cranium or an arrow through my beating heart <br />For when fermented drink no longer quenches my heavy thirst but instead renders <br />And delivers me all but dead and in a diabetic state of permanent comatose <br />The time has come for me to go… <br />And when the Pharmacist no longer can prescribe for me what the Chemist will <br />Because I have become addicted to the numbness of my very own disease <br />I beg you God to provide grace and mercy for my soul <br />The time has come for me to go…<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/comatose-disclosure-form/
