Day 82 – God, I am Sick

God, I’m sick

Turns and twists

Messed up thoughts

Quirks and ticks

God, I’m sick

Make thoughts quit

Dream of death

Make it end

God, I’m sick

Sorry to admit

That my muse

Is a friend 

God, I’m sick 

Will you know?

That the words

Are all for show? 

Damn. I’m sick

My mind is quick

To say the words

I can’t resist

So very sick

And I can’t quit

It keeps me sane

Ironic, isn’t it?

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