Sickness feeds
It grows, it breeds
Reactions begin to weaken me
Scratching until i'm raw and bored
Life is constant misery
I can't escape from myself
I break out in hives
My medication rarely works
I'm bleeding all the time...
...i rot as i breathe
I'm scarred and scabbed for life
My eyes are filled with pus
Beneath my skin my sickness lives
I am my worst enemy
Convulsions start at any moment
Derangement is my only relief
Rash secretions and dry heaves
I can't stop myself from killing me
I lay in bed wishing i was dead
There's nothing i can do
My body has swelled, i'm pale and frail
I can't stand myself
I'm allergic to myself (repeat)
I rot as i breathe
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