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The way you infect my blood I am unable to fight your disease My pale skinned face red with heat My troubled head goes without ease Bones are frail, you allow me no sustenance I lie weak in my bed drenched in sweat I know you are gone for all of tonight so why does it feel like you never left? Tortured heart racing, keeping me alive My labored breaths keep me from sleep Tossing and turning, feeling you near My mind spiraling from your fever dream I feel the end is making camp nearby Death's cold, unjust hand rests on my my own You make your way throughout my body Until at last my body becomes your home
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Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
Your Disease
The way you infect my blood I am unable to fight your disease My pale skinned face red with heat My troubled head goes without ease Bones are frail, you allow me no sustenance I lie weak in my bed drenched in sweat I know you are gone for all of tonight so why does it feel like you never left? Tortured heart racing, keeping me alive My labored breaths keep me from sleep Tossing and turning, feeling you near My mind spiraling from your fever dream I feel the end is making camp nearby Death's cold, unjust hand rests on my my own You make your way throughout my body Until at last my body becomes your home
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Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
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