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sickness...this sickness that

plagues my soul and it

withers my skin raw to the bone.

i gaze out to a world of

pollution and waste.

hearts fall upon jagged glass

and dirty needles that prick

the tongue, erasing words spoken.



this sickness...it settles

down upon the world

with its twisted corruptions

and the earth's malfunction.

worrying each wound and

pestering the scabs before

healing may be complete.

diseases carry out in the wind,

and fire consumes all the land,

leaving behind grey ash

and bitter lives.



sickness...this sickness that

i have bled out over all of

mankind and spread out to

friends and family and strangers,

and they will die without even

knowing that they could have lived.

sickness...this sickness

it's the end.