Sickness

there is no cure for me,

says Darkness to Ache,

as the freight train rolls by

like a whisper.

 

the fever runs high,

and the shiver runs deep,

and I fall, but with nothing

to fall on.

 

I begged the white mask

like it held a strange god,

please exorcise the stench

before she disrobes her infection.

 

I’m nose-deep in Hell,

don’t tell me I’m well

as you doctor my strychnine

with candy.

 

just dig a quick hole,

my soul needs a rest.

I’m infested with reasons

to cave in.

 

I’ll eat a live grenade,

I’d rather burn up than fade.

tell the kids that their Dad

was no hero.

 

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[Chris]

they ever let you out for that smoke or what?!?