Death!

Death, I fear you !
Truely, I do.

Thick swabs of cotton.
Covering crimson wounds.
Yellow Saline bottle,
dripping slowly:
Drop, by drop.

As I go breathless,
Suffocated;
Under the Oxygen mask.
My lungs reject,
The forcibly infused.

Death, My body is aching.
It is all sickening.
 I cannot digest;
I cannot breath.
I cannot walk,
Still;
I soiled my bed,
Infirm,
As I think of You.

I know,
You're my friend;
My only True friend.
I dread, embracing You.
Death, I fear You !

                  Dated: 14 May, 2013
L

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