Good god,
will I ever get out of here
fingers push me down into the asphyxiating sea
where I'll hold my breath until something stops me
"don't try and stop me"
I'll sleep with hate for needles
and wake to gauze and doctors
"you're not like everything
that rolls through the quarantine wing.
we haven't seen things like this"
Goodness
well, I'll never leave here
I'm drowning in complacence
coughing up fabricated lungs
"rescue me, stop me"
