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Terminally ill dedicated to dear Manatita from Saria Saeed
There is a special person very dear to my heart
Like Cancer keeps growing onto me and inside
They say love bug is in the air, that deadly virus;
I am uncertain, but I might be seized
Now I am terminally ill
trapped in this very peculiar void, a juxtaposition of diseases, too afraid to commit the assisted suicide; no regrets
There is a part of me seeking guilty pleasures in the suffering, the bewitching horror of the wild unconscious,
A cycladic craving to witness being blown to fragments, bleeding to death, repeatedly in this infinity loop.
Though I have to come to realise;
Time is no entity for us love zombies, for we unwittingly chose to be infected
Our stone hearts will dance forever to the beat, in the rhythm of love.
Alas! my death wish granted; an eternal youth of this sweet pain and misery.