life is suspended, put on hold for an endless instant
it slowly took hold of me but rapidly compounded
into a disastrous existence...no door, no escape
i want to breathe fresh air, away from the fumes
of this battle without a cure,
and hard to wage against
i wished for it once, or twice, or even many
more times than i could remember...
but now, the disease crowds every cells of my body,
all thoughts lingering behind the wall of my art
free me! cure me from this never never-land!