Sick
The smell of it lingers
Over my body
Like thick fog
I am drowning
In disease
Wretched ache
Fills every inch of my bones
My head
A throbbing web
Of unuttered thoughts
And
Unbearable pain
Some days death is not
The worst of life
Sick
The smell of it lingers
Over my body
Like thick fog
I am drowning
In disease
Wretched ache
Fills every inch of my bones
My head
A throbbing web
Of unuttered thoughts
And
Unbearable pain
Some days death is not
The worst of life
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