Far
Imbedded deep within
Disease
Slowly uprooted out
And drawn up back to life
Drawn up of the damp of illness
Like shock therapy
Smoothly slicing comas
Smoothly erasing all subconscious
Resketching thoughts upon the canvas
For neutrality is blaphemy
Venom spreading and consuming
Blood cells
Soon defeated by
The pseudo sudafed
The tight space within the vein
For lack of breath is lack of life
And lack of life is just dead air