hello, my hero

machines strapped to machines
and the world gets heavier with each forced breath
I'm looking for a way to be a miracle
with my hands tied to my feet
I'm itching for a way to solve the problem
without becoming the problem myself
each second he falls a little further
while she surfaces a little more
and there's nothing as beautiful
as the beauty that eminates
from their every pore
her eyes fixed on the unseen
unconcious
he whispers in her ear about the
lights and the sounds
she'll understand later
I'm helpless
the room swarms with bees
trying to help in every way
without helping at all
I'm trapped in my memories
both good and bad
trying to decipher
when was the last time she laughed
and why can't I be the solution
while they glow with love
as luminesent as the day it was discovered
I'm swinging from limb to limb
trying to find my footing somewhere
I belong
I'm witnessing the myth of true love
become reality within their hands
the lights flicker and she coughs
because the weary can only rest for so long