Chased Wrong Identity

 Shivering and feeling under the weather.

Remember not when last I felt fit as a fiddle.

Bad decisions have led me in a puddle,

Nurses stare, see only a bother.

Now I harvest fruits of my choices.

Barely, I can breathe.

Slowly locking eyes with death,

As he crawls towards me with squeaky voices.

Everyone has left my side, living me underwater.

Friends I partied with,

Only cold shoulders and fake teeth,

They give as I gasp for life as fish out of water.

My actions were nothing but a goose Chase.

Walls only whisper grapevines about me.

Blame them I can't, see,

Foolish choices I ran after, too late for Grace.

Have ended up in bed like Eazy E. Bad vices,

Glittered more and took delight at the sight of boobs.

Who will ease my sobs?

Probably none, every decision, back, it bounces.