You make me sickPlaguing me with all sorts of symptoms and sicknesses
And the sad thing is, it feels like hell
No one knows how many pathogens have invaded my body
And how many antigens I cannot supply
You are killing me,
slowlyBut sooner or later you will do the deed
Even though you disgust me
You still leave me in pleasure every time
But no matter how sweet you are
You are still as cold
So take me away if you want
I would rather have nothing
Than have something with you
Consider it a gift, disease,
You can have my soul
One day, another host you inhabit
Will not allow the same compromise that we had
Goodbye and farewell disease
Take me away, if you please
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