A dark cold envelops my head
Pneumonia infects me from within
My bones crack to the marrow- ready to shatter

Cataracts cloud my vision
Psychosomatic: it's all in my head
Alzheimer's preys on gray matter- I'm still so young

This hospice is only real to me
I lay on a deathbed no one else can see
My demise is only a figment of my imagination- will I still bleed?