Hidden in a fog
Befuddled and cut off
Something is crushing my lungs
To the point of no breath
Burning flesh of cold sweat
Flattened mental state
Causing lack of livability
Noise and sound
Bounces across the fog
Giving me more pain and headaches
If only I had time to rest
I would lay my head across your breast
To sleep to perfect health or
To sleep for forevermore at best
If I were to drown
This must be how it feels
Every movement and breath is a struggle
A fire burns in my condensed lung
One breath in, three gasps out
Day by day, hour by hour
I am slowly suffocating
A burning hot flame
Of not red but a ghostly blue
It looks cold and makes you shiver
In reality it burns with the fire of my flesh
Just as hot as the flames in the devils hell
Always burning in a cold torment
Livability is made up
A fake, a quack job and true
Nothing survives such torturing life
But how can I, when others seem to die
Being strung along inches from fate
Cursed to waste away
While others are spared
Heal me someone
Before I go crazy
Or is it too late
Should I be strapped up
Carted and carried away
To a place where darkness is friendly
Where light of day hurts and
Friendly faces mean nothing but pain
And where nothing gives or gains
Just a speck of light in a blackened world
Heal me someone
Before I go crazy
But I think it’s to late
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