The stomach acid's rising to my brain
little black holes scorching in my head
acid's pouring out- "don't help me- i'm an alien egg."

scribbled on sandpaper
so desperate to die
spreading disease as a downer
need to die

though my plea was never too late
"i don't really want to die,"
"i have a will for a will to live."

"i can't feel anything,"
"i can't feel it in my heart, but it is a constant thought,"