Disinfected

"Breathe."
"Breathe?"
"What? How?"

The air around me grows
pregnant with summer's sighs.
No smells, no sounds, no memories
of the life gone by
I sit in a clinic awash with stern bright light
Antiseptic emotions in my IV line
My heart beats with a regularity that puts monotony to shame
My legs are numb, my hands are lame.
My 'higher' faculties in coma lie
I converse with vegetables
About the meaning of life.
I am
Disinfected.

Come infect me
Be the poison I long to taste
Pollute my air and lay me to waste
Bid my thoughts run wild and free
Bid my passions make a fool of me
A fool who lived
but for a little while

A little significant while.