Tuesday, 13 November 2007.
Sesquipedalian pseudointellectuals

There's an angel by your hospital bed, desperate to hear his name on your breath. As he looks down you're not making a sound.
"Open your eyes look at me. I'll bring to you whatever you need and I'll tell you I'm sorry that I can't take this pain away from you, and I'd put it on my own body if I knew how to, can't you see?

I've gotta bust you out of here somehow, I've never seen your heart this tired, I've never seen your spirit held down.
I know that you say this is what you get for being a bad child, but I know this will be your reward in just a little while. In just a little while.

It's testing the strong ones, scarring the beautiful ones.
It's holding the loved ones one last time. 18:35