Consecration - A Sentinel for the Fragile

Here you lay
Amidst the pallid, torn and grey
Cast upon desolate waters, atrophied and forsaken
Prophesized never to awaken

Devoid of movement, of sight, and of speech
A yearning to be heard, buried deep beneath
Attached to the artificial, for reliance to breath
A pale complexion, a ghostly veil, a failing fortress now besieged

Desperately clinging on
There is life still, in your sunken еyes
On cruel tubes and wires dependent
Drowning in a hollow sleep of strife
A token of sentience
I implore you to demonstrate
Awaiting some acknowledgement
Will there be a change in this terminal state?

Encased within your failing shell
You try, but cannot escape
Entangled unto this sullen slumber
The summoning of death's sublime embrace
I stand here watching over you
Struggling with dark thoughts
I wish to abate
Ephemeral decomposition
Within this squalid, desolate place

Under heavy sedation
Yet feeling a pain that's so immense
Externally at peace
Internally in distress
Unconsciousness - slipping
Drifting farther away
Feel the rot slowly setting in
Life force to deteriorate

Bereavement preemptive
Acceptance of a fate
Yet I am still waiting
Helpless guardian before the gate
You were ensnared
You are enslaved
Never to leave this place
To morbidity a final embrace

I am here, can you hear?
Will you remember as you sleep?
At your side, unto you I confide
A sentinel for the fragile

I'm trying now, but I cannot speak
Hope is abandoning me
Please wake now, from this melancholic dream
I feel your presence all around me
I am still here, why can't you hear?
Remembrance of decease
At your side, until the ending of your life
A sentinel for the fragile