Radioactive Fireflies

I watch them out my window,
so colorful they are,
poison in the air changing them,
making them like me.

I lie here as the machines hooked to me,
keep me living,
they beep so syncronized,
like a painful symphony.

Radioactive fireflies,
outside my window,
dancing in the rain,
they take away my pain.

People are dying,
children are crying,
the air thick with death,
not safe for even a breath,
everyone wears face masks,
no point for us to even ask,
the government lies,
tells us we're doing fine,
the death toll at an all time high,
birthrate at an all time low,
and all they can say is things will get better,
our fates resting on the shoulders of crooks,
ones that wear suits and live only to make a fast buck,
not to help us.

This is the life for us in 2120,
the smoke so thick it blocks out the sun,
organs replaced daily,
by machines,
living in a hospital,
kept alive by tubes and electricity,
this isn't living,
this is torture,
my body full of holes,
used as a pin cushion for men in white coats,
to weak to move,
to strong to give up,
stuck somewhere inbetween,
in limbo.

Now here I lie,
just trying to get by,
demoralized,
terrorized,
and dehumanized,
no life to live,
no love to give,
just empty and useless,
but nevertheless,
I continue to fight,
with hope that I can someday again see the sunlight.

Until that glorious day,
I'll just keep watching the Radioactive Fireflies,
fly free in the smoke filled skies,
as free as my heart and mind,
their bright colors in the sky,
pink, blue, yellow, green, purple, orange, and red,
the only ones who can comfort me as I lie in this bed,
and dream of the day this would end,
AND MY LIFE WOULD FINALLY BEGIN!!!