Sleep - part two

This deep sleep has dragged me out of my room, through the hall, and down the stairs...
I can't seem to cry or laugh or even care...
The machines are beeping much slower now...
I taste disinfectant but I'm not sure how...
I wish I could wipe away your futile tears, to tell you it's okay and alleviate your fears...
These fluorescent lights are getting darker now...
I see no gods here for whom to bow..
I'm at peace, but afraid in this hospital bed...
It seems I'm alone after all is said...