Stifled existence
Limpness in my veins
In all things reticence
At least I'm free of any stains
Silent build-up in my throat
Semi-solid chunks of liquid fear
Worry what sickness might denote
Perhaps it's best I disappear
Better hope vomit is symbolic
Because now I have to go
And so, of me, my stomach's Pollock
Is all you'll ever know