Focus

My heart is pinned against my back,
it is connected to my spinal cord.
It is pouring blood all over my stomach,
instead of pumping it is dripping.
I need a 3ply blanket to clean the mess.
My head is spinning towards gravity,
my brain is shattered and tormented.
The feeling is increasing steadily,
feeling of being lost in my own thoughts.
Who's going to wake me up from this dream?
My hands have became weak,
all that I was holding is sliding away.
My fingers have no bones,
I have lost my touch, I am so helpless.
I need a life support system.
Now my whole body is sinking,
dark is the hole that craves my soul.
My fear is growing faster than lightning,
striking deeper that it tears my heart apart.
I am losing balance, I am losing control.
Have I just become a star in a movie,
of course I fit the position masterfully.
Can smebody just show me scripts to the next episode, or at least tell there's a happy ending. Okay maybe we should take an air break.
©thulie