Can't sit down or stand up
It goes from back to front
Deep aching sword of flame
It rules all with iron fist
Pounding my left lower back
My eyes see stars through pain
Nothing works, hospital time
I wake her with the dawn
She drives me in and waits
Speaking for me, I only
Say hello and thank you
Morphine touches nothing
My Angel holds it all
Through seven dark hours
She watches over me
The two millimeter stone inside me
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