to taste something so vile,
As your own stomach acid,
So unfulfilling,
So agonizing on the tongue.
Simply because your discomposure overcame,
Common thought.
The flux of sentiment,
Was hastier than the physical reception.
Drowning in
Blood.
From the heart that's become comatose.
It's desire to be benevolent turned it spiteful.
Anguished it's own health for the sake
Of myself.
I need you
To save me.