Decadence Disease
The lights are dimming in this hospital room as my hands chafe the soft bedding.
My ears catch strong mourns, but they seem to be getting dimmer with each blaring.
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This tongue of mine is coated in liquid medication, though, it feels numb.
All while my nose picks up the fragrance of the rotting flesh I've become.
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They want me back, yet eternal sleep adores this nauseating decadence disease.
With my pale chapped lips, I utter a quote as it comes out as a wheeze.
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"Don't lose yourself in the battle of grief, come out of it as a warrior for me.
What's beyond my shut eyelids is unknown, however, I know I won't be nobody."
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With this small ounce of consciousness left, I'm going to estimate every truth I've made.
Because in a world filled with dirt, there's at least one reason to featherly fade.
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Written On: July 9th, 2017
Contest: JULY STANDARD CONTEST any theme, any form, max of 25 lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Alyssa Lorette | Year Posted 2017
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