Anthrax, and a Lover Called Cipro

'Anthrax, and a lover called Cipro' my true love you came an saved me with no arms of your own you washed down to the soul of me giving righteousness in the pit of me and i screamed out the motto dum spiro, spero: while I breathe, I hope and wonder why it took you two year to call out my name, and save me from the wrong perilously medical pills of over expose Amoxicillin and sadly i new (knew) i would not be saved for long it still lives in my lung and when i smile my teeth the doc says is anthrax to the out! and this will be my end for the best way to infect in ut is to case it at someone window fan and let the dust ring out!! by:lyricvixen bares the true Disclaimer: THE Poem Does NOT Provide Medical Advice AND IS FOR Information Purposes Only. IT IS NOT Intended TO BE A Substitute FOR Professional Medical Advice OR Treatment.13 years ago abuse • dark • pain • true