©The Vampire's Kiss (ulcerative colitis)
Up and down all night
finally woke at three
triggering death's pallored fright
slowly moves through me.
Daylight slips in
bright and too soon
close my eyes, dream again
because I cant face this doom.
It gets heavier and heavier
with each passing week
this purging of blood isnt fair
sorrow inside is hitting its peak.
I wish there were a hand to grab
I feel Im sinking hard and fast
but in the book of life Im but a tab
Im scared I will not last....very long.
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