For the guy at the hospital who had a nasty sounding cough.

vagabondprophet:

A simple looking man
The kind that you might trust
Who likes mustard with his ham
And bread without the crust

You sound like you’re dieing
With bloody sneezes
Painful moaning  wimpers
And wet wheezes

What’s it like
To feel yourself expire
To watch your breath evaporate
To know the straights are dire