by Lizz Kessler

Created on: January 20, 2009

The State of My Soul

Streams of tears trickles down my cheeks so raw

Bruises filled with desire to heal form everywhere

Let me bleed it out, this disease so unforgiving

I long for my health once more

These lacerations are severe, fully clothing my soul

They burn like acid, eating through the surface

Soon it'll destroy me, and I'll die

Mummify my soul, so I can live

I want to see the wake of tomorrow, but I'm too weak to move

Medicate my mind; I want to keep my sanity

Can you hear my cries, as I lay here paralyzed?

Can you hear my heart beat slow?

I fear this illness won't let me go, it hold me tightly

I suffocate as I rest in its torturing arms

I know it laughs, this silence is too good to be true

Pieces of me are surrendering to this deadly plague

As my breath grows frail and quick, I panic for my lack of vitality

Where is my resistance? Why do I not heal?

My immune system has eroded and corrupted, and I'm slowly fading away

Save me, please I don't want to die

My fever is hotter than the sun, get me ice

I grovel for your care; will you let me die?

Can you detect the horror in my eyes?

Or is ignorance holding you back?

As I stir in my illness my hope fades away

My eyes close and all I see is blackness

It's dark like the devil's heart and it's scaring me half to death

But I tell myself to keep calm

Without medication, without treatment, my wounds do not heal

My lacerations cease to bleed, and I sigh in relief

I notice the stillness in my chest

The iron grip releases this body so diseased

And I set myself free

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