What is this benevolent monster clawing at me? Benevolent, yet monstrous? I can’t be bothered, to question your judgment, your grammar, your substance Tame and terse, not cheery, nor crisp, you sway like a tree and blow with the mist Your aura, sprawled in public, rests outside o’ thee, Stepped on is the beauty that once set you free Up, and away! Who betrothed sickness on me? The monster who eats it. Ah hee hee, You, see! Sickness, it goes on, living inside of you, It’s Sickness you’ve married, and whom your kids shall be too Shall be? And what now, it’s crawling into my soul Your soul’s nearly dead. When warmth comes, let it melt It’ll burst from the flesh, burning auras and regrets And then as you wake, skid and shake you’ll hear moans, It won’t be but sprung coils, and bedding and foam But wait, with Sickness or anyone else, there’s no marriage! And why, while at home, shall my brain be disparaged? What’ll come of my spirit, my soul and its brain, And oh, my creaking bed, and all of this pain? Yes, you are, yes you will, Don’t whine, you’re a menace, you’re naïve and senseless, so that does it, that ends it, May death do our sentence Neither one is dying Exactly, stop crying!