I’m sick, and I’ll always be sick
A parasite, festering inside
A bloated and protruding stomach
This is what will kill me.
A simple bacteria with a
High sex drive
Multiplying and now it’s visible
I can feel it riding up my throat
No where else to go but out
And I will just sit here, waiting
As it cries out to be fed
“I will starve you” I say.
I smile, an evil look in my eye
It has taken over me
It has sucked all of my energy
And here I will wait.
Upon this hill,
Nervously twirling my hair.
This is where I will die.
This is where I’ll end my time.
With no one here except the bugs,
Eating me from the inside out.
Wondering when my last breath will be.
Is it now?
As it takes over and consumes my heart,
And takes over my brain,
For the first time I’m not afraid.