The hum of machinery,
Heavy duty laminate:
These things haunt my nights.
Fat little face -
Look, but don’t touch!
“He’ll be fine,” they’ll say.
In ten days time you’ll open your eyes
And frankly, I’m fucking terrified.
I’ve hoped before,
That medical miracles happen all the time.
Damn doctors don’t help,
They’re so full of shit,
They console with sugar-dipped lies.
Negative thinking will do me no good.
Sleepless nights, cigarettes, they do me no good
But the hand we’ve been dealt… As far as I see,
At least this way life can’t disappoint me.