My Disease Poem by Laura arwen

My disease is
too grave and
incurable
It's terrible
to be ill
because I'm not
sexy
There isn't an
antidote for my
disease
For my disease
the black coffee
is a good
medicine
My disease is
a continual struggle
My disease is
too complicated to
cure because it
is difficult to
diagnose
I die with
my strange disease
My disease disappears
with my end
My disease can
be a violent
discussion
I'm making bad
progress because I'm
not near at
my destruction
My disease is
a filthy creation
Maybe my disease
is a frightful
experiment
The only disease
I know is
my sex
Sometimes I have
anger for my
disease
My disease is
painless with whisky,
vodka and beautiful
guys
My disease is
like a candle's
light
It is a
feeble glare because
it is a
weak and slow
power
I'm sick of
solitude, fantasy and
savage