Crawler

Dirt and blood
Stuck frozen under nails
Cerebral hemorrhage
Twisted tongue and speaking fails
Psychological trauma
Elevated epi and dilated pupils
Impact was bone crashing
Medication will be soul crashing
Physical law is absolute
It was wrong to think it’ll be broken
Voice of will echos through void
Ripples though existence 
As oedema is still slowly getting swollen
Implode to singularity to make a point
Ideas’re flowing in pool of resistence
Pen and needles
Crawling to reach a vein
Life begins to end, all the same