Matter Of Life And Death

Hinting death is seen by a beep
Clinging to your life on a bed
The cuts you get can run so deep
You wish you could be dead
And yet that light you see so bright
That death will never hope to see
On that bed you see the light
A decision, of what you can be
The trash can’s full with decisions made
Then thrown away with force
For when a body will be laid
There’ll be no time for no remorse
What will be thought, you will wonder
As you lie there in your perfect dent
As you’re there, they’ll ponder
Why, to you, was it so important?