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Feb 2012
Lay down there
Stretch out your arm
Try not to worry
The needles mean no harm
A flash of pain
A sterile ache
Accustomed with time
You'll barely wake
It draws you in
And swirls you inside
They said you'll feel better
They clearly lied
Through blood you'll travel
Ceaseless miles of tubes
They'll clean you out
What have you got to lose
The hours pass
It seems you're done
You're free to go
Just don't try to run
Arm bursts open
Damage looms large
Hold the pressure
Stop the charge
Must be fit leave
So you'll come back tomorrow
Abandon your plans
You have no more time to borrow
Alarm bells ring
The machine calls out
Don't you dare leave
It all but shouts
You are my captive
I'll drain your soul forever
Make no mistake
We will die together

I can't go back...
Keith Jenkins
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