Black surges, forges piling emotion, Foraging, attaining such predicted erosion. Color the rubies to a diluted amber, Brittle, dripped gems are toxic, I clamber To the lamp as to see my implicit devotion.
Vitals ascend, and I can't perceive This motionless forfeit I often receive. Aid is essential, it holds potential, To cure this conflicted, addicted vessel. My heart on my sleeve, I'm undeceived.
I implore to explore, as breath, I leave, So close to dying, I'm on the eve Of darker clothing, and flowers to family, Hallucinate my abnormalities. Yet somehow, I am still on my feet-