Consequences are funny things
So why don't I laugh anymore?
The sun doesn't shine on me,
And your illness no longer affects my body
Or my soul.

We shared a bed
Flooded with feelings
You nearly drowned me in lust.
But drowning isn't so bad
Once you get used to it.

We worry about things
That we were never concerned with before.
The possibility of an unwanted love child
Creeps over us like sad shadow.
It is barely plausible at this point
And still, you worry.
I wish I was more distraught.

I cannot feel your distinct and lowly presence
Yet I still want you around.
I want you to make me feel alive
Even if I die in the process.
I'll do anything for a fix
Regardless of the residue it leaves behind.

Consequences are funny things
So why don't I laugh anymore?
The sun does not shine on me
For another reason:
My own illness has already ****** my body
And my soul.