This disease is suffocating.
I feel like I'm
in a small room
that's enveloping in gloom.

I feel like I can't breathe.
This curse is heavily
resting on my soul.
My heart's turning into coal.

Coal that I refuse to let burn.
But at the same time
I don't want to extinguish the fire,
as I can't imagine anything more dire.

However, this room is contracting.
This curse is getting heavier.
There's a solution in the back of my mind,
one that part of me refuses to find.

The solution has a taste of relief.
But it also harbors a darkness.
Difficult it is to be so torn.
Why must everything be so forlorn?