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...
