Sleep Part 2

This deep sleep has dragged me out of my room, through the hall, and down the stairs... I can't seem to cry or laugh or even care... The machines are beeping much slower now... I taste disinfectant but I'm not sure how... I wish I could wipe away your futile tears, to tell you it's okay and alleviate your fears... These fluorescent lights are getting darker now... I see no gods here for whom to bow.. I'm at peace, but afraid in this hospital bed... It seems I'm alone after all is said...