Flatline

My whole existence is riding
the electric wave of a catatonic geen line.
A rope that's tight and pulls me back to life.
I'm trapped in a hell of gleaming cold steel
It keeps me alive awaiting the flat line.
The breath of plugged air still I can breathe
I forecast to resurrect, my vision is not correct.
All recollections, all I got left behind.
God has failed, I'm doomed by the fate.
Dying another life, entering a new day,
my dead heart pulses in vain.
I'm too far beyond the deadline
I'm feeling death has come and got my mind.
I turn my thoughts to yesterday
I awake another day
My whole existence
I'm reaching the very end
Of a catatonic flat line