Not feeling well today.
Like if bomb exploded
in my head.
Heart bursted out of chest,
I'm swimming in a sea of sweat,
so hard to inhale.

Cannot explain,
I just feel so bad.
Inside I'm freezing,
on the outside – hell.
911, I'm begging:
“Doctor, doctor, can you help?”

He examined me,
and looked so pale.
“There is no hope,
I am afraid...”
Lights went out,
the world gone gray.

Then with many words
to me explained,
why I'm such a hopeless case.
Such terrible is my fate,
that my illness name
he cannot say.

But I know the cause and the cure.
It's only one, it is you.
I know you don't feel that way,
But listen to what experts say
“Can be lethal,
can be great.”

You have your methods,
and diagnosis.
Avoiding me, like the plague,
with disgust watching my necrosis,
how with every word it spreads.
But silence?

Oh, your disease of choice!
What a sweet, sweet poison!
It's so clean!
Killing from within,
with everything
you will not say.

What a cancer!
Feeding itself
on deepest fears
and regrets.
But it's not mine, it's yours.
I have a different sort.

Maybe it's leprosy.
Oh, don't you say! I can feel it!
Flesh falling away,
the numbening, no pain.
I must look so grotesque,
like an elephant on parade.

No, I won't get away that easy.
I know what it is
and I have fallen completely:
“Amor Vincit Omnia"
I've been conquered
by love.

No, I'm not OK,
but I guess I'll live,
though know not for sure.
How about you?
What will you do
to me?