Gut wrenched with a centre left blooded
a spine stabbed to a mouth that's scarlet flooded
turned the red tongue to a Devil that thinks wrong
just sing songs that the ends the same with days prolonged
an infected clock of flatlined ticks and tocks
sounding alarms on the mental blocks of doors locked
of damned dos and don'ts upon the social notes
of crossed out hope that's replaced with the capitalized NOPE.
A lethal dose atop a steadily declined slope.