the sickness

draining and drudging onward
so quietly this disease
slinking farther into me
will I ever find release

its hollow voice
echoes in my own
its dead eyes
linger in the depths

this evilness
I claim as my own
searching for life to quench
health, diminish

till im nothing
save for dark circles
and fake smiles
leaving heart pieces in my wake

this sickness
never sleeping
always weeping
will i ever see light again

the cure
etched into one bullet
my name along side
waiting for a desperate night

my sickness
my disease
my demon
myself.