On All Levels But Physical, I Am Dead

Just as God cast Lucifer from his Millennial Kingdom So too have I been ousted from your Turbulent Heaven And as a fallen general would fall on his sword So too do I feel icy metal piercing my flesh The doc withdraws my blood I've been coming to this hospital for years The old wound healed, and tore itself apart again And yet I'm here for a new reason I'm surprised I could fall asleep on this hospital bed But after a day of hard work Of hard knocks I could probably sleep on a knife I can only stifle a laugh Why draw blood when I still have so much on my face? Between my swollen eye and cut lip Your hand drew nasal blood quite effectively I came here believing I was already dead Or at the very least praying that the doc could kill me Or help me take all the pain away otherwise Because I do want to see what the future holds You spent a good week in the psych ward yourself I wanted the same results you got But the world doesn't turn the same For those who admit they want to die It's been a rough six months A swirl of colors painted my gray skies Requiems of gold and silver, turbulent pink and brown Ended with the deepest greens and darkest reds There's nothing left around here for me At least, nothing resembling how it used to be And I can't run back to the other town Now that I've burned my scholastic career to cinders So just as I was two years ago I'm bedridden with no escape And this time without the friend I've had for so long Or a shadow of a promise of hope