You are sick – your nose dripping
Your body aches – your muscles nipping
You’re tired, edgy – presumed dead
Sucked dry – every drop of blood bled
Is there hope – for such a corpse?
Will she end life like this – crawling on all fours?
From work to bed to work again?
My god – sounds like you are ready to cut a vein
You fall asleep – exhausted and drained
It seems to me – that unless I jump to the rescue
You’ll end up like Romania’s Ceausescu