• My Disease

    My eyes are sunken in my face,
    My breath lengthens in pace.
    My hands too numb to grasp
    That at which I cannot clasp.

    My skin is as pale as paper.
    My life begins to taper.
    My blood is as black as ink.
    My heart begins to sink.

    And all I loved is gone,
    It ran like a trepid fawn.
    Now I have nothing to give me ease.
    Now I have nothing but my disease.

    ~SR~