internal disection reveals
a loss of direction
a conception
of confusion
fetal position exposed
developed fingers and toes
thought patterns detected
wrapped in pain and rejected
words formed and dead on the tongue
a vessel of hope to die so young
snap back to surface reality
a never before seen abnormality
a blight clearly here upon the skin
no doubt from a damaged soul within
a struggle is apparent here on the chest
she fought hard against dieing like the rest
abrasions on the wrist clearly show
the trail of dreams she'd never know
a poorly maintained conception of night and day
a bundle of hopes and goals lost their way
instead they shot straight through this veign
laced with concentrated panic and novacain
autopsy shows a death of natural causes
pain and failure and other such nonsense
just another wasted drain of supplies
now on to where the next one lies.