Death, your schedules are a mess
And your timing nonetheless
You touch people I care
About but one you keep to spare
The one who's in coma for weeks
With pale skin and hollow cheeks.
But still lifeless sleep blocks
Not all the epileptic shocks.
Death, why don't you end this pain?
Even if she wakes again
A fighter she's not
The drugs and pills are all she's got.
While she hovers life goes on
Her husband tries to be strong
To prepare a life
He has to live without his wife
Death, your delay gives me hell
She is merely more than a shell
The muscles decrease
Is it selfish to ask for peace?