Phosgene

Mess in my hear -
I don't dear,
I swear,
To tear
Down this fear.
The blood in my veins
Stains
Like a creaky pain
That makes
Me look ridiculously lain
Down my face,
That is chased -
Drops away -
Where is my pray?

Looks like a one big balloon in the sky.
It’s so pale, looking down to the earth
And everybody lathes at him.
That is nevertheless better, than death.