Oh Father Lord
Please save my soul
I’m the child of your love
Please spare me

Sweat pouring down my forehead
Body shivering like I’m possessed
Cold and hot at the same time
Desperately needing a breath of air

Throat like a rusty water pipe
Ears drumming, humming sounds
Pure terror as I drink my tea

Eyes sandy
Edges burnt
Lips like sandpaper
Stinky smell of drugs

Someone strikes my head
With a hammer
38.7
That’s what the thermometer says

It would’ve been nice
If I broke my hand instead