Black Iron Ammonia


My forehead is pressed to the cold floor
it smells of disinfectant ammonia agrophobia
i can hear them on the other side
laughing over Facebook photos
nights out in drunken madness
shriek of giggling mess and humour
i cant turn my head or get up
a stream of very red blood
tickles my skin and nose
i must have passed out
some tubes have tangled
and the machine danger bleeps
in the toilet very loud
an awful sound amplified
i sit up with my cut head
and the blood spots my nightgown
i weep a little bit
but have no energy to call
over the noise of fun facebook laughs
so i just sit and bleed
and even now years passed
and i still sit and weep
Love and sympathy everywhere
but not a drop to drink
and the Nurses all wear Jackboots
my heart it starts to sink
No sunsets in the West
No gradual path to the warmth
A cast away hand to help
We all die alone

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