Eight of Nine

these hospital walls are the palest of white here in this desert reciting my last rites the smell of these halls brings temporary comfort as the oxygen flows through my blood el corazon was poisoned tonite shes on her 8 of 9 when half of all your prayers are insincere the other half are lies. here is this watermark under this bridge the point where it crested, rolled back, and drifted into the sea i climb from this wreckage as the smoke begins to clear from my lungs the closest of close calls has happened tonite its time that i made things right for the first time since the last time let this moment of clarity lift this curse that has been cast upon me. so appreciate the good times but dont take the worst for granted cause you only get so many second chances.