Poetry From The Weakened Soul
Author: Neil Evans

Chapter 156
Blood Tube

This is for the angel,
That left me in tears.
This is for the devil that
Melted my heart's fears.
Are you reading this?
Can you hear my words?
Are you seeing this?
I don't know if you heard.
But I woke up in the ER,
Tubes down my dry throat,
And I realized what had happened
To my old winter coat.
Been balding from the stress,
And my soul was forever singed
In memories of our distant past.
Now I'm on the fritz, again.
Somewhere, I don't know,
We just went wrong,
I know you can't help me,
But I've never been so hurt.
Are you even reading this?
Or just passing it off?
Can you still feel all of this?
'Cause it's pissing me off.
The doctors told me that
I wasn't supposed to make it,
Someone was just . . .
Watching over me, they said.
So I'd like to write a note
This note's addressed to you,
I just wanted to thank you deeply
For the cuts in my heart.
You see there's a blade in me,
Stuck so far in my vein,
They want to remove it,
But I might bleed out again.
These doctors are wisecracks,
Say I'm too weak to move,
They wouldn't give me a pen to write,
So I just used the blood tube.


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