Dying, part 5

a.

The end draws closer,

I can feel it.

I am conscience for less and less time

I am forgetting things

I cannot talk much anymore.

The demons are telling me

To come with them.

But I have to hold on 

For my mom. 

She is a broken angel

Amidst the demons.

b.

They are slipping me poison, I know it.

It's the doctors, they're onto me, they're out to get me.

They want me gone. 

They're trying to kill me faster.

I won't take the medicine, 

I squirm and flail

They treat me as an animal

That must be put down.

I tell my mother this

And she tells me they're not doing any harm

But the medicine burns! Oh, it stings!