terminal

Scents harass my nose
my melting nose
I throw my hands up
sheilding myself, protecting myself
but still they invade

my eyes tear up
the acid corrodes my sight
I throw my hands up
sheilding myself, protecting myself
but still it eats through me

thorns stab my tongue
bloody and bitter
I throw my hands up
sheilding myself, protecting myself
but still they stab into me

sirens violate my ears
piercing through all my thoughts, my sanity
I throw my hands up
sheilding myself, protecting myself
but still the sound wont stop

my fingers graze the damp cloths
they use to cool me down
I throw my hands up
sheilding myself, protecting myself
but still the heat wont leave

it's dark here
and im all alone
lost in my drowning lungs
too weak to move
too dead to be alive
I throw my hands up
sheilding myself, protecting myself

but still the machine lurches
and the doors open and shut
pretty nurses tend to me
as the
scents of sterility paint me in this bed
alone,
encaged in my senses
in my darkest hour
I throw my hands up
sheilding myself, protecting myself,

the doors open
the pack of people move
and i sway with them
am pushed along with them
harassed, stabbed, damp
stuck in this terminal state.

~brittany
seems to kinda shift in the middle, im not sure if im feeling the shift but i like the words
1-11-01