CONFESSION OF A LOVER

It started well enough
Diagnosed with a curable disease
I feel no threat, convinced myself that is manageable.

I neglected treatment.
The pleasure of every pain is sweet.
Days passed and I got so addicted.

Until infection get into every system,
"Where will it lead me?"
As I watch myself bleeding profusely.

The promised life is now dying
Good Lord save my decadence candle.
Its evergreen is a sham.