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Mar 2019
I can feel it
Closing its cold fingers
Tight around my throat
I want to fight for my life
But I can’t move
Its poison
Running unobstructed
Through my veins
Into my heart
Into my brain
Everything goes fuzzy
I’m so confused
My head is swimming
Reeling
It’s taking over me
I’m losing control
I want to let go
What if I give in?
Would it be so bad?
I’m forgetting to fight
My body is weak
Stumbling and staggering
I don’t think I can take it
I’m letting go
I’ll never have peace
If I keep fighting it
So why not
Just let it
Take over?
This is the sickness.
Empire
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Empire  21/F/Sol III
(21/F/Sol III)   
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         Crazy Diamond Kristy, ---, Steven and ---
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