Infection
The fluorescent lights are blinding,
as I lay in the hospital bed,
all of the monitors are silent,
as I wonder if I'm dead.
From the corner of my eye,
I see that I am not alone,
I try to scream out for figure to help me,
I just want to go home.
The figure is moving slowly,
a gaping wound in it's head,
it's coming right towards me,
it's stare cold and dead.
My limbs feel paralyzed,
as I lie there in fear,
the figure is closing in on me,
I feel like the end is coming near.
I try to free myself of the fear that I feel,
and I realize with crippling certainty,
that this is all too real.
The figure turns toward me,
like it's ready to fight,
I didn't even have a chance to react,
before I felt the painful bite.
My mind went blank,
and my head started to spin,
all things ceased to be real,
as I felt the infection setting in.
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