Monday, February 10, 2014

The ambulance

I'm terrified
transported by ambulance through traffic lights and truck stops
Is this the end of me
And what happens when I go
Do I fade from existence
Do I forget all that I know
They are pumping blood through my veins
I make promises to god
Honest, I swear I'll change
Just get me out of this one
I swear to god I'll change
"He's stable" the technician says. "He's going to make it this time."
I breathe a sigh of relief
Oh shit, do I really have to change?

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