"I Think I Got The Point"

Lint penetrates flesh  
blood cells dance a tango  
lungs containing air  
punctured like a dieing balloon  
become deflated and blue.  
incredible pain  
eyesight becomes hazy  
impossible to see.  
the air fills with    
bubbles  
with tiny decreasing circles  
of vertigo.  
up becomes down  
black becomes white  
tainted with a ghastly  
shade of red.  
the present is in free fall  
the future looks out of bounds  
"Does it hurt"  
"yeah, i think i got the point"