look
I am sick
I was born sick
I will die sick
life
is my miracle cure
but there is a massive shortage of it
everyone around gets a day
or two
except me
I don’t get it at all
they seem to apply its pills by mouth
digging deep
into beliefs
fears
demons
bullet-proof attitude
they consume my life day and night
get high
then they run out of it
to let the whole world disintegrate
into one
contagious
the end-stage disease that kills me for them
and myself
whatsoever could have brought the end
I lived through it
but my life