Death

By love

Inject me

Fill me up

With passion

And lust

So I can lie here

In a hospital

With bandages covering

My scars

My scares

My love

My blood

And with

The heart monitor

Which is

Not sure

Whether to beep

Or flat line-

I’m sure it hasn’t dealt

With a shattered heart before.

Flat line

Flat line

‘She’s dying, she’s dying!’

‘Get the paddles, get the paddles!’

‘And- clear!’

Zap. I laugh

In the faces

Of those

Trying to save a lost soul.

She’s too far gone, she’s too far gone!

Much like

The cries

Of ‘The British are coming, the British are coming!’

Oh, no-

‘The little girl’s dying, the little girl’s dying!’

Dying

Dying

Gone

To the man in the white.