Within an instant, blackened darkness shocks a worn-in heart
Lights of blue and deep red hues swarm in abstract art
Men in white escape a van and surround a frail physique
Silent screams pour from a mouth that's too fragile to speak
Slamming doors create a chilling ripple down the spine
A stream of endless voices collide and intertwine
Entering a sterile palace filled with medicine and hope
Exasperated cries create a dreary way to cope
The beeping of a moniter howls, an elevated tune
A monster they call death is coming for you soon
One last breath of oxygen, and sunken eyelids close
The villain slightly smiles for his next victim he has chose
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