Hospital

by Jack Nightengale   Dec 5, 2012


Here I lay once again,
Watching as the needle sinks in,
Slowly piercing, breaking skin,
Morphine to numb the pain within.

Pure white sheets dress the bed,
Until the blood spills and turns it red.
Skipping beats my heart again,
They start to pour their poison in.

The more I lay the more it gets colder,
As I turn and glance at the monitor over my shoulder.
I feel the cold grip of death's pure embrace,
Her icy lips pressing against my face.

She holds me tight, never to release,
Choking my life until my last breath cease.
The poison sinks in deep,
My body goes numb and starts to sleep.

With open arms I embrace death,
As I begin to fade with every breath.
I've put my body through a lot of test,
In this hospital is where my life shall finally rest.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Biancas Veil

    I hate going into hospital as much as the next person never knowing if something will go wrong. It's a great breakdown of that fear.

  • 12 years ago

    by Marvellous

    Nothing comes through, outside belief. Victory achieved, is fear conquered.

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