a double dose of meds, myself condemned to ill spells
a fractured head, with fear of what sickness fell
heart near explosion dread, towards a sleeping farewell
over prescription dead, and awake as a heathen repelled
from the overconsumption of what doctors said, an unfortunate heaven misspelled
time to rest in bed, armed with nothing more then prayers to yell
revaluate on what I'm fed, alone upon a mountain topped with a white pastel
and prioritise health instead, drunk off the fluid found in these dark inkwells.