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Emergency Room
IP:
in the red sea where last found...
hanging by the words of my last noun, hide life in a blackout,
awakened by lights of angels camping 'round my back ground,
then evil chants hound...
snakes scram, the bullhorn's shadow extending a helping hand,
& in the middle end, life stands, in preparation for farewell plans,
given no chance...
darkness yanks me by my left wrist, as light jerks my right arm,
at the same time, far...
masked insurance crooks pumping my heart, shooting to fight harm,
my appetite's hard...so my bag's packed, with time in my nap sack,
oxygen back stabs, blinding my sight with my very own flash backs,
hurried to act fast...as decisions float, around these four wall's hopes,
draw flat lines, evil colors the mold, outnumbered as my sin's unload,
vision exposed…with shivers whispering cold in this melting pot,
taking shots, at my young self by the frustrations of my yelling pops,
help me moms!! as she cried waterfalls bathing in cascades of torture,
handmade by the enforcer, timeout coached by the webs of the corner,
take orders…as hate talks in the back of my mind, but I wont snitch,
& fear lives caged inside my own ribs, with action also being thrown in,
with the same attitude shown since…known as the excuse for my steps,
my mind jogs in cold sweats, with its bullets poking through my flesh,
no room for this mess…emergency was for necessity, not for my body,
remains are engraved, with the ripping of capitals produced as unlucky,
not of my hobbies…it was for needs, I had to succeed, not bleed,
so I poked shots at the old man with the runny nose under the tree,
what can this be? is this a dream? all seen in mere seconds,
speared questions, answered as the light fades memories near lessons!!
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