Perforated pleura
From wrenching non stop
Torn and twisted thoracic muscles
The ballast tanks have popped
Walking like a wounded soldier
Clutching my side
A victim of a xenomorph
Something pupating inside
Thorn like trachea
Razor wire to doomed troops over top
Consecutive convulsions
The cure is out of reach, aloft
If only I\'d listened and acted
When they\'d told me to stop
Pulmonary embolism
An expensive blood clot
Too little too late
May as well keep hitting the pipe
No breaking free of this cycle
Try as I might