The mood was decorated with silence, dressed with a plaid hat as im being stared at in violence. They say it's contagious but who really knows the truth without me talking, spitting sunflower seeds on the grass, give a wink and keep walking.
And it scares them because they see me wearing the same clothes as last week, hold on!!! I walk because I must, my umbrella blocks the wind, I make it one meal a day, and tell jokes I learned as a kid. As for right now, these clouds couldn't be any darker making smoke visions in the sky.....dreams appearing in spurts while the rest of this life I deny. 
Anxiety reaches the back of my knees as I bump my head on this wall....tell the nurse to grab the gloves to clean up the blood in the hall....don't stall.....the blood in my veins just happens to be a little thinner.....the man who bet I'd die this week is showing expressions of a winner.
That fucking sinner, couldn't even help me to my feet, I guess the dirt on my elbow smelled like something unique. Still far from defeat, I shed a promise that would force him to suddenly watch where he walked, and the tears falling from my face made him listen while I talked.
For these next couple nights I'll walk these streets looking for the cure so I can heal, living proof the pain running through my veins is more then real, and if I don't conquer this myself, the rest of the world will gladly watch me die with thrill