In time
I swear,
This disease of mine
Will go away.

This hacking cough this,
Prickly throat and
Splotched tongue,
All red and black
And red and more black...

And sometimes
Sickness renders me a mutant
Because I feel as if I
Am the only one here Sick,

I am the only one here
Undead, pale, cancerous...

Perhaps still Awake.