From The Lab

Flowing Through My Veins

Down, through the corridors unseen,
Pours silently figments of dreams,
Drip, drip, slowly drip.

Where toxins spread and grow immune
And buried weakness, now exhumed,
Drips, drips, slowly grips.

Infected cells divide the load,
Hold passwords for genetic codes,
Drip, drip, all in vain.

Pure crimson blood and insulin
Takes place of poisons, interim,
Drip, drip, all the same.

Hear the rush of anger anew,
Those drug-laden tubes, royal blue,
Drip, drip, feed the beast.

In ducts ragged and raw with love,
Uncertain from the flows above,
Drip, drip, for the least.