Killed by Your Disease

You tease me 

Like a virus

Always some new symptom,

Some hopeless feeling

I have been cured;

But then a new pain

Reveals itself to me,

Always coming back

To pain me yet again.

Then you maim me

Lile an incurable disease.

You're only here

To make me suffer.

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