Analysis of WATERS IN MY VEINS

I flinch
As pain flows like a rivulet
In my punctured veins,
When sterilized needles Pierce
My skin,flesh,body, heart and soul,
Till rec heads of blood ooze out,
Shinning like pale rubbies
and sweat appears like a glass bed,
Gleaming on my fevered brow,
The antiseptic whiff in my room suffocate me
and I long for gentle cool breeze,
I crave for your heartwarming smile
and words of comfort with your healing touch,
My heart aches loud and eyes cloud
tears overflow and everything is just a full haze,
I die again only to be resurrected,
by angels of Mercy
and I realize that
When life die a thousands deaths,
then death lives a thousand life.