I lay in my cold hospital bed, my arms stinging from the fresh IVs nurse Toby placed under my skin.
I lay in my cold hospital bed and wonder...
I wonder if I was given even one more month, how many poems and stories I would write.
How many people I would make laugh and cry.
How many times I would say "I love you."
How many times I would pray.
How many times I would close my eyes and re-accept my inevitable fate.
I lay in my cold hospital bed.
From music grows wild, beautiful, frightful things of untamed splendor and immeasurable strength.
Let's take a little trip.
A trip to the most ****** up corner of my mind.
Trees of jealousy and hate tower over
floors of lies covering up a
core of hunger and brokenness.
Where did it all start?
The beginning is blurred.
Was it me?
Was it her?
I stole my Aunt's "mood enhancing" pills.
10 little plastic pellets
Filled with powdered magic.
Do I dare?
I can finally look at myself
in the mirror without your figure
standing behind me observing
my every detail and every flaw.
I'm thankful to say I have
moved on from you entirely
and that your presence no longer
intimidates my inner being.
Life is so simple that it can be summed up in one word: complicated.
Tick, tick, ticking
Your life away
Your heart rate;