Too badddd too short

Gasping for air here
Bright, green and blue lines
peering through that film of protection.

you see that thin sharpened tip,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
feel...........the beat
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
your heart starts to race.

It wont stop. "Stop" he silently comands.

This is a disease, a trap if you will.

He's hospital bound..
With no way out.

This fate, is the +*pain of knowing+*(

hey stookies, this effin stuff was written by Fredd Jancentino, and Liz James over the telephone {{{[[4-9-08]]}}}