I pump it out of my heart, I feel it crawl through my veins. Contaminating my blood. Contaminating my brain. I feel it grasp at my throat. I feel it cradle my head. Your consolations just float. Desperate visions. A dove. A crow. The sun. The cold. Suffering lost positions. Body and mind division. An artificial world. Self-diagnosis collisions. Symptoms I need to accept. Refusing to let it win. My medicine is deep breaths. A false disease. I hold these vultures closer than a secret. To be healthy but never truly feel it. To know I'm fine but never fully believe it. To say "survive" and sincerely mean it. A dove. A crow. The sun. The cold. I'll fight off this disease using every single breath. I'll survive.
released September 28, 2014
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