With the right amount of time, Most everything wears off… Daylight and depression Were my most recent obsessions, But like I stated earlier, They too wore off, as did the morphine. Yes, even morphine wears off, And as my eyes fluttered open, A numbing, searing pain Entered my chest with alarming alacrity. A loud clang, pierces the silence… Looking down to my right From this steely cold bed, A tray of tools has met the floor, Yet from whence it came, I know not. Cold hands, Bitter, frozen cold hands… As I examine them I’m shocked at my color, So white, so pale; Must find blankets for warmth. Pain again… Numbing, searing pain As I attempt to sit up On this strange bed. Surely I would never Have purchased such discomfort! Mother was right, I should have bought a Sealy. Pain!!! Why does my chest hurt so!? One more failed attempt, I crash against the headboard… White sheets, Thrown to the floor in disgust, Reveal more than I would ever Want to know about The contents of my ribcage, Pried open and bare, Organs pumping With increasing desperation. With more time now passed, The morphinous effects Have dissipated… The shock, Quickly sets in as I Fall back against this Steely cold bed… My head drifting off As I stare Into the bright ceiling lights. Then I fade, Slumping down to The left side of the floor. The man with the white mask Was something of a surprise, Lying on the lime-green tiles With an eerie peace. Can’t help but wonder With my second chance For final thoughts, Who was more shocked… ? He at finding me In such a dreadful state… Or I at finding him In my bedroom.Birth sign: Libra
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