coma

I recognize that voice,
loud cries,
liquid flowing,
the sound of my heart breaking.

Never thought I'd hear that noise again so soon...
I'm hoping they're just echoes,
reaching far and deep from memories of the moon.

Stronger and louder
taking over my senses...
From the only organ pumping blood into my veins
my very own physical source of life.

Am I dying?
Insides falling into a coma.
So young.
So soon.