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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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