once comforting the ill and the diseased
soiled hospital beds are now vacant of existence
mortality has set in, life has been seized
along with my senses as i took a glance
into open heart purgatory
the smell of death and penicillin fills the air
medication, my immaculate design of care
step to the wrong, it's the right side of the room
for the deathly terror that will inevitably consume
stuttering and tripping over words and bed pans
needles and Novocaine settles me into their plans
of open heart purgatory
the doctors stare is startling and mind blending
with my senses dulled, the only sound is rending
blood riddles the ridges of my skin
as the comfort of a body bag slowly sets in.
