Mercy

The IV cords snake across my arm, while the numerous multicoloured cords of the heart monitors protrude from my pale blue hospital gown. The beeping sound of the machine that indicates there are still signs of life within me strum a monotonous tune that is slowly driving me insane. In this cold, stark white, sterile vacuum I find myself questioning the purpose of my existence. Am I to forever dwell within the bleakness of endless disappointment and pain, is there no end to the plethora of lies and deceit that have surrounded me throughout the days of my life, can there be no pause in this play of hopelessness and discontent? Can there be no... I beg.. I plead... Mercy.