Dripping Into Death

She looks deeply into my eyes
from behind the veil of sanity  
as every inch of her injection
pulls me out of myself
I cannot feel my hands and feet
and my mind is going numb
Moments ago this nurse was not so pretty
as she keeps pushing her finger closer to the end
I am dropping to the floor, dripping into death
My body is excaping me and it's scarring me to life
Though the pain drifts away with the essense of myself
I want to get it back to feel the missing part of me
Soon I will be gone when the injection is complete
And the morphine mingles with the blood inside my brain
While I am seeping into the abyss
I tell her that I don't want to feel like this
But she continues on,  
her face as morbid as the thought of what I am becoming
and her smile is reassuring while reeking of evil
as the pain fades with my ability to control my my breath
I ask her three times, is my heart beating in my chest
I don't feel anything, not even alive or dead
I just lay here, assuming I am still laying here
When my back cannot feel what used to be a bed beneath my head
Is this how it feels to journey to Hell once life is lost
Or is this all in my mind to imagine I am melting wax