This plague comes on so quickly.
Taking my better judgment.
Filled with so much rage against an unknown foe.
I know I invite this plague to come but I hate its death.
Freedom from this self-indulgent nothing.
The power of freedom is right in front of me.
Reach out and embrace it.
I'm so pathetic.
That's why I need you.
Cancer burns my skin.
Again it comes.
Again I fail.
Slitting the wrists of sincerity.
Will we ever be this close again?
Will I ever feel your breath again?
Will I ever be champion?
Will I ever defeat this death?