I keep forgetting to complete
The simple tasks
Meaningless.
Forced to push myself a little harder
But the outcome is always a stubborn headache.

Forge a blade with the hope that it can cut
Down to the bone
To let the blood leak out
And disease sink in.
Infection spreads
Like melted butter on toast.
Microscopic parasites feed on it's host.
I'm making myself sick.

Noise may shock the ears
I believe ours have shattered
Which can explain conversations misunderstood.

Just a little surgery
But does it hurt to fear, even slightly?
Think of all the possibilities
Even though they say to always think positive
As if positivity alone can make a difference.