the Loud roar of clean air
it keeps killers inside this room
inside this porridge hued prison cell.
Loud doors swinging SHUT:
welcoming me back into the fold
a little worse today
a little worse this time.
Loudness in bleeps and bells
incessant shrill piercing bells
Another drug forced into my veins
intended to poison the enemy in my lungs
destroying some part of me each time too.
a part forever undiscovered
stripped of life before its time
i know somewhere in this hospital
someone is screaming
someone is crying
a person is dying
their last breath just a whisper
the Loud of the place.
I am afraid.
Next could be me.
Or another of us, my own,
this breathless army
We dont know when the next bomb will drop.
Maybe we could fight
Maybe we would make it to shelter
Im just a weak body, weak lungs,
ever so slightly.
Ok, so im not a writer. but I think the drugs are addling my brain XD
I like the lines in bold.
I'm sick again.
No more... I hate that complaint is all my blog is :S
I am so weak.