Vecka

Screaming from the tube
My oxygen makes the liquid turn purple
Enduring pain as onlookers don't care
Being ripped to pieces whilst on dialysis

Caught by Anderson while playing cards
I said, 'Hit me.' and suddenly he was there
with his goons, saying, 'No fighting in probate.'
Needing to escape the grasp

Accused of crimes I needed to stop
I admitted I'm not perfect and would try
But on one condition
There would be no more conditions

I begged them to kill me in my sleep
But I must amuse them too much
We caught the shape-shifter in the bag
It nearly escaped...

Multiple times I would either lose sight or hearing
Or both
Needing to rely on lip-reading or feeling-fingers
Memories were playing backwards

And then the stranger came
She and I sang and danced in the air
She confessed she loved me,
Yet I had no idea who she was