Sick With No End Poem by Lillian Autumn

Lying among
Nothing but illness
Is a cure just waiting for life
And where can i find
One of a powerful kind
That heals more then just sick

I can't back away
I can't even rise
Enough to seal my fate
(Who knows what's gonna happen tonight?)
And eating away at nothing forever
Is my tries and my can't and my won'ts

Carry this feeling farther each time
Welcome me to this place
Breathe your breath into my shell
And i will get better: though no one will tell
What happened after the blood-red curtin fell