I am infected, infested,
Festering.
This disease,
mocks me from the inside.
jeers me with every lesion
and bleeding pustule.
makes me wish I’d never met
cancer wrapped in clean paper
with a filter for protection
or drank satans piss
before praying to the
porcelain god
Makes me wish I could live
a life more fulfilling
that I could have found love
in something other than an addiction,
but at least my addiction never leaves.

10/20/2003

Posted on 10/20/2003
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