Illness

Docter's spout words of death well timed with the swift assurence that there might be a chance While you seem so hale and hearty Something inside of you is failing to perform its appointed task No symptoms that can be seen They stick needles in until all your veins collapse weight is lost where you look more dead then alive The doctor's say that you have a chance But sometimes feels like you want to die Nausia wracks your body to where drinking is impossible let alone eating You sit at death's door waiting for the moment When there is a choice For you to get up and try again Or just to fade to dust