Sideswiped, waiting
for ambulances
nauseated by
disease creeping
through these
quivering veins
One relapse
and I'm back
home, in this
iron cage, steel
mask with three
slits to breathe
Suffocate on
the sins of
others while
I pass into the
other realm
Eyes blackened
I'm sickened
pick at these
scabs of me
Scalpel the skin
where my heart
rests, decaying
blackened, dying
I'm passing into
that other realm
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