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Euthanasia If I never wake my God, I will live inside this dream Trapped inside a dying shell; more machine than man I scream but no one hears me; please tell me if you can Annihilation of a life; cut down before its prime I will lay and rot away until it's finally time My hands feel to grasp no more; no longer will I touch My eyes and ears cannot see or hear; I cannot live as such I feel no pain yet it hurts like Hell; in here I'm all alone I dream of the day I'll be taken away; my body lay under a stone I cannot exist in a World such as this; hoping for a miracle drug Don't sit and cry, just help me die; pull the Goddamn plug Alienation from civilization—just a simple assassination Asphyxiate or emaciate—as long as I exterminate Life no longer wants me and death is nowhere to be found I can only cry for this forsaken soul; I want my hole in the ground Just a useless piece of meat; a corpse that lives and breathes Understand the plight I face and let my soul be freed Insanity is lurking, waiting, hoping for the ill My God I cannot comprehend this application of your will Take me under, let me go; why am I still alive? If this is something they call living I do not wish to survive Let me rest in eternal peace; forever free to fly Remember me as I used to be, and laugh instead of cry Do as I say and consider this a prophecy self-fulfilling Please don't call it murder my love, it is a mercy killing This particular work is another one that is sort of special to me. It was inspired in part by the Metallica song "One", and I remember wanting to try and write something as powerful as that. I had been thinking about the topic of Euthanasia for quite some time and the polarized opinions that followed it. What I wanted to do was to take my thoughts on the issue and convey them in such a way so that they didn't come off as preachy or judgmental. I thought about what it would be like from the victim's point of view, and what they might be feeling trapped in a place that was worth than death itself. Most of the poem just flowed out of me, and I remember some stanzas coming almost effortlessly in the weekend that it was written. I wrote most of it in my head while walking through the park one Saturday in the early summer of 1990. I remember wanting the end of the work to really jump off the page and hopefully be strong enough to really make people sit up and take notice, and perhaps rethink their own views about this delicate issue. I'm still happy with this poem over ten years later, and sometimes when I read it, I still get a little shiver down my spine; I hope that it touches you in the same way.
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