#dialysis
I enter the room of impending doom,
The ghosts of tomorrow litter the room,
Their faces are sullen and showcasing gloom,
They're also tormented by life's weaving loom,
The nurse measures my weight,
I am nothing but cattle,
I've lost all my dignity thanks to this battle,
The chair that they sit me in,
Lucifer's saddle,
If this seat could talk it would certainly tattle,
The lines in my chest that connect to the heart,
They're cleaned and hooked up,
The machine gives a start,
In tubes my blood flows through vampiric contraptions,
For three hours I'm lying, devoid of all actions,
Migraines afflict me,
I'm filled with fatigue,
This procedure is torture and not for the meek,
I pray for a transplant,
An end to my hell,
I despise the direction my thoughts tend to dwell,
They are dark,
Unsavory,
Not fit for oration,
And always lead back to my life's quick cessation.
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 12:24 PM UTC
Words are just words,
Letters combined together
To give meaning into something
Words are just words,
It shouldn't weigh you
But, words can linger and haunt you
Just like the day i learned the word "dialysis"
February 6, 2022; 10:49PM
It doesn't bother, a fun word in tongue
Until I googled it —
Felt its weight,
It's overwhelming.
Since then, I am crying.
If words are just words,
Why this word aches me so much?
If the word doesn't exist,
Will I suffer from this?
Jun 11, 2022
Jun 11, 2022 at 1:28 AM UTC
The day the needle hit my vein I said to my self I’ll never be the same in the hospital going insane trading ebt for chump change like dam it’s a hurricane I need to get back to my old line ****** is Scared to lose friends and have enemy I’m like ***** you ever felt your own body not having your back looking at life this **** it wack stack up racks cause at 21 that’s where I was at now I’m playing for the Yankees cause my backwoods fat I ain’t rapping for fun I’m speaking facts low self esteem couldn’t get no *** from these Instagram chicks had to to go the back rout going to back page looking for the right number no feelings attach to blow her back out no love in the game **** is done you **** up i **** up **** it let’s just give up in my mind like dam there is no love then after that get hit by a cold storm dialysis trying to keep my attach to its self analysis transplant on a scary month always played dum just to watch you chumps I think it’s my time of the month I’m just so sprong 7 years of no birthday no fun had to take my self out my own body like look at your self you *** never really spoke about my feelings just kick it lay back smoke a blunt cause I wasn’t in to the other drugs but the hospitals visit and stay num me up Percocet’s up back pain now I’m just trying to find the way out like rapunzel rapunzel let your hair down so I can climb my way to being back to number 1 cause being number 0 **** felt like eating water with cereal
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 1:33 AM UTC
*So many spiderwebs
each with individual suction cups
******* blood and injecting poison....
a collapse lung....
withered and black....
festering in the hot sun
kissing silver scalpels
and *********** yellow pus
into crunchy white tarp....
capsules that release toxins
into a parched mouth
spiderwebs.... make love to my arm*
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC