I can feel it
I’m growing sick again
I can feel the disease crawling on the walls of my mind
Like worms on the ribcage of a carcass
Do I enjoy it?
Do I want it?
Maybe I love it.
Maybe it’s like embracing my old friend
Reminisce over the good times
Then it’s goodbye, good to meet you!
I want him to stay
Good ol’ friend, keep me company for one more minute
Minutes turn to hours and he drags me on
He is peace, he is what I seek
Sickness.
I’m comfortably sick
No one matters when he visits me deep in the night
With his sickly grin and darkness
I greet him with open arms and he leaves a steely glint in my palm
A blood sacrifice?
No!
A blood truce!
Bound together forever
Me and him
He and I
But he does not bleed
No one understands!
So I stumble my way to the bathroom sink
I swallow the steely glint and feel it twisting, slicing
Ripping through the fragile walls of my veins
He drinks my crimson
I’m in love with my sickness
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