A Sick Person's Rant
Twitching.
Bleeding.
Coughing.
Everything blurs around me when I try to sit up.
Hot.
Cold.
Blankets.
I can't seem to get air to my lungs.
Sneezing.
Puking.
Delusion.
Is this all just a sick nightmare?
Hospital.
Doctors.
Nurses.
Now I'm choking on oxygen.
Weak.
Closing.
Death.
Peaceful as everything fades to black.
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