Another Poem For My Misery

I'm sick, I know for sure

And this sickness has no cure

It makes my mind grows obscure

And shivers my spine, so insecure

Tired of walking this road alone

My shadow's beside me, the only one

I'm fucking empty, bad to the bone

My soul's quiet, my heart's a stone

I hear a whisper, is it real?

I start trembling, what do I feel?

Maybe just a sense of cold still?

Or even a ghost breaking its seal?