The needle is ready, here we go, piercing the skin,
1ml is enough? No maybe 2, maybe more,
The red viscous liquid is in your hands,
You smile, empty it in a bottle, send it to be stored.
Doctor, am I still alive? Do I still need to have a heart?
Check me, I am going mental, I am deprived of sex,
I keep sending beeps to my love interest,
But they shout out, no reply.
Doctor, are we hear, to live, were we not born out of love,
We said prayers, we wanted blessings, I prayed, to HIM above,
I took a blade, I feel the pain, same when you pinch me,
My blood flows in random, like its darkness raised to infinity.
Doctor, shouldn't have we been born as twins,
Like substances inside that flow, emotions included, and our sins.
The oxygen becomes heavier each time, I want to fall in love,
Someone is waiting I feel. SOmeone whom I deserve.
Care for a smoke, Doctor? I don't care for the Dynamics,
I am going to die, Let me be free, no Physics no chemistry,
Larger than my soul, let you know my heart has a hole,
Listening to jazz, watching me die, I guess someone somewhere is gonna roll.....
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