Still Here (orientated)

My sight has evacuated,

Fleeing from the sterile white light shining down onto my supposed corpse,

This was not what was supposed to be,

I am not supposed to be here now,

But I've arrived.

Or have I returned?

For a few select moments, the world was the womb and I was safely standing outside with a scalpel.

That black take of death before birth, birth before death coated me, I was warm,

I was gone.

My throat feels like an auto accident,

My teeth are open nerves and my skin is a forest burning down.

The doctors keep talking.

I'm not understanding anything.

The flesh I tried to leave behind hunted me down,

And pulled me out of the Lost and Found.

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Lyrics submitted by Sarah K.