There's a sickness in your voice,

and it infects me when you speak my name.

The antibodies watch it sneak up on my soul and crush;

just another day between us.

There's a helplessness in the way I scream at myself,

trying to get back tp you.

I feel the symptoms taking over,

breaking in this new body for optimal damage.

There's a deathiliness in which you move,

pushing me into the blackest hole.

Paralysis takes over and holds me to myself,

there isn't any medicine to cure me now.

Because there is a reality in the way you kill me,

and it starts with a simple infection

but ends in a coma of fear.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

You make me sick. Literally.

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