Cold

It is so cold... The florescent lights blind me. The machines beep in the back ground as I feel the sweet, warm medicine run through my veins. All my sins run through my head as I hear the beeps of the machines grow slower and slower. I can't feel my legs anymore. I have to concentrate to breathe. The lights above me are dimming, and I hear the gentle whispers of goodbyes. I struggle not to dream, for I may never return. Please help me, or let me go... Let me go into the cold nothingness... Just don't forget me...