Masked faces in green or blue ;
Machines everywhere ;
Pain they do not care.
If only it was not true.
Anesthetics enervate me ;
If only I would not believe what I see.
In the prison -bed I lose my existence ,
In nausea without any resistance .
A lightened universe starts to denigrate ,
Machines in my body start to penetrate ;
From this rotting body if only I could break free,
Live in my soul : me and only me.
My soul cries , “ I am a woman ;
Not a robot “; But who will listen ?
My bed is white;
With cotton roses , red and bright;
Wishing to see you before I close my eyes,
If only you would come and give me a surprise.
Save me from this prison- loop,
Show me the reason to live , show me hope.
Hold my hand before I fall from the crashing plane,
Or is it the prison bed ?
They feed me tablets driving me insane ,
“ It is for my own good “, they said .
What good is there to stay like this ?
Come and show me life’s bliss;
I stare at the light from that window ;
I try to strain my weak eyebrow;
Scared of the same light that only comes ;
Irritated with the tasteless colored things ;
My body burns ;
Left in deep affliction by my fellow human beings.