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