Punctured Lungs

Alone on a hill
Desolation is real
Nature will have it’s way with me
I will sucumb to entropy

sack of water and flesh
so seemingly complex
Is ceasing to operate
Leaving me in this dying state

Can’t breathe
Chest heaves
Oxygen is none.

sound so gruesome can’t bear
sight of blood I have wear
someone will help me I swear
I’d live my life with such flare

Afraid to pull out the wood
then just rest I would
Have to find a way out
I have to fucking get out

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