Pounding and thrashing, crimson waves crashing, ventricles failing to close.
Spazming, eyes rolling, tongue swelling, blood losing, everything’s under control.
Beeping machines, syringes careen, medication lost in the throat.
Gurgling noises, some natural poisons, organs are starting to bloat.
Hospital beds, overwhelming the dead, a craving for illness again.
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What my eyes have seen
PoetryCollection of my inner most thoughts portrayed poeticly :)