These days.

Medicated pills are costly bills,
Ghastly dreams of wires and drills,
Dull surroundings though kaleidoscope eyes,
Prevail this sickness; and well no one dies.
Clammy skin, Ice cold, kid you’re burning up.
Tell me something I don’t know doctor?
I don’t even have a doctor, my insurance has expired,
Now I’m just having hallucinations of mere desires,
I don’t have any pills to make this stop,
No magic to turn this snot factory off.
The ground is hard and blankets keep me cold,
I have these stuffed animals but there’s no place like home.
Patiently waiting this out, impatiently I toss and turn,
I guess there’s no way to cuddle rock like ice can burn,
My eyes are red, my throat itches deep,
If I run when I stand up that dizzy spell won’t have a chance to catch me,
Cause I’m feeling that word vomit coming,
No, real vomit, shards and shards of my tummy,
Bent over this porcelain and its Just one of those moments you wondered what I was up to these days.