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Life Near Death

Fear I have going to the quack, knowing my life is in their hands The moment I was told to register for a simple snip In and out in a flash, easy as pie To waking up and realizing something is defective Hearing antibiotics, damaged my blood line Only tasting blood, taking it in Like a vampire Trying to stay alive, blood bag after bag For no one felt my tarnish No one saw my soul, leave this world Has I sat in my grave and fought threw my spirits Whispering to my soul Feeling robbed of life Putting trust in their hands Rottenness reports took my voice I put my life in their hands Until heaven raindrops, touched my body Bringing me air to breathe, near death Taking my life out their grave Life near death, is no more No more Life near death is not my nest It's my time to rest

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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