A Sickness That Grew

Nobody loves me
Everyone wants you
Everybody’s cried and bled
Like someone died

You were lying there
Next to the one that stayed true
I am dying here
From a sickness that grew

Into you
Dying multiple deaths
While we turn blue
As we hold our breaths

But you don’t get yours back
Kiss my lips for what you lack

Because you can’t be deceased
We’ll plague the world together
Am I not the one who is diseased?
Destined to bleed internally forever

I’ve stayed alive for you
Held us together with my
Body keeping yours warm
Still sleeping in your rigor-mortis form.

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