For all the people that tell me I look good while I am sick 
                              For all the people that encourage further destruction 
                              For all the people pursuing my trail of blood
                              Drops on the floor used as scavenger clues  
                              Treating death like a healthy adventure 
                              Running into the ebbing ocean waves
                              Laughing as the tides turn to chase you
                              Let the sickness you love envelope you
                              4/6/13
                                      
                                          
                                   
                                              YOU ARE READING
Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
 
                                               
                                                  