Sickness uncured.

by Special K   Jul 18, 2012


I want to scream.
Death is so near.
When will she be here?
I've wished to die so long.
This sickness plagues me.
Eats at my bones.
Screws up my heart.
All I've wanted
fell apart.
I can still hear the voice.
Ringing in my ears.
"Leukima, Lukiema."
Why does she not grow more near?
I want to fade away.
Someone take my pain far away.

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