A routine sickness,
it threatens to burn my throat
it churns and stirs my stomach
The sickness crawls through my flesh
still dragging a claw
through swirling acid
It seeps through my mind,
it bellows a screeching laugh
that pierces my feeble thoughts
bleeding ******* pain
burning splinters
break from my skull
split forth inside me
where they all remain,
hostile and sharp

Though I still live
and my heart beats regardless
Perhaps I could move
and find my peace
But my legs fail me again
and I curse in anguish,
the staining bleeding continues

As I lay on the floor
With my vain plans
and naive dismissal
of the ongoing dread
I find myself weeping,
I forget all my hope
I know the sickness has won