Room With A View Atheist

Lie half-alive in my hospital bed
Or to some of you that may be half-dead
I.V. machines running to my veins
Man-made life restores my withered remains
A mirror of sorts appears before my being
My human end has come, that's all that I see
Now that my soul it set free
I'm classified dead now, it seems
My destiny plunders on through
I'm granted a room with a view
Nurses and interns gathering at my side
I try to yell at them, I haven't died
As I project, my soul emerges from fear