Demise Poem by Zachary Hoyt

blood dumps out the sockets in through my eyes
couple hours later is what comes with the demise
the wells are beging siphend, the dams are starting to empty
the brink of survival begins to sink to my feet
my future is looking bleak
until i found the light, it took me as high as a kite
i inhale this clean oxygen makes me feel right
the end is now somthing to have amends
until a couple hours pass by, now thats somthing you cant rely