I’ve got my IV
Slow, slow-dripping that cure
But I don’t feel a thing.
This wretched disease
Doesn’t care what I want
Or what I need.
It is a demon locomotive
Churning through my body,
Daring me to live.
So I take the borrowed time
And the tiny pleasures I have left
To make a piece of this world all mine.
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