InnerSanityAndChaos

Wingless seraphs in creased white uniforms Drift through the hallways like living dreams They steal away with souls like thieves Delivering sterilized mercy Booster shots to raise your immunity Or heighten your mortality A bedside manner to die for A vortex that always wants more It is never enough That sense of power it gives Is intense but fleeting Like a film You leave the theater eventually No second opinion, it's not an option Clean-cut monstrosities skulk, well-revealed Bringing you oblivion inside a syringe Or slashing away with obsidian scalpels Your red against their white Lost ribbons in the snow Voices fade and d