My Demon

My deathbed is scarlet with blood

And still I bleed and weep endlessly

I cry out to God, beseeching Him

Begging Him to end my misery, my life

But He does not answer; my torment continues

Blisters form and burst in a perpetual cycle of pain

Why will I not die? Why must I live?

Amidst my tortured cries, I hear laughing

The triumphant laugh of my disease, my demon

He has defeated me, and ravages me

Reminding me that I was abandoned