This Illness
by: Toowit Gustave

As the pain of this illness continues to spread
I can feel my life grow less and less
Of all the things that I have said
What made sense came out a mess

And I understand your pain
Your fear of being alone
It can make you go insane
Make you dry to the bone

And I can fear lonliness the same
Have the feeling of being lost
It’s just a sick twisted game
Too great is this cost

I am feeling so afraid
For plans of insanity have been made…