in a darkened room my body lay, tumours blooming in my brain.
I am consumed by an unfulfilling sadness,
not even misery loves me.
but I hate that she can't understand
that whilst I am grateful for her love,
it won't stop the shaking of my hands.
I live a life devoid of love.
like silence would help me to sleep.
I found no bliss in my ignorance,
I found no love where you it would be.
Too busy pulling out my teeth to bite the hand that made me weak.
and I fear that I may choke to death.
Your name still hangs in every note,
and I've tried to fumigate my throat.