Scratching like a beast struggling to tear free
This sore throat of mine threatens to ****** me
Up until five I toss wide awake
A forced painful swallow with each breath I take

It seems never ending; I just want to sleep
Yet the itching-pain lets me do nothing but weep.

Suddenly just as I can bear no more
The demon in my throat bursts forth more than sore
I'm put out of my misery' lungs ripped in twain-
At least now I'll never have a sore throat again.