Andy Warhol
Couldn't die you said
And maybe you got cut
And you bled
And it scared the shit out of you,
You bandaged yourself up.
A sigh of relief,
Death is not hear yet
But you know that soon
Your system is not immune
Syndrome lead to Deficiency
Germ Acquired your Immunities
Devastated your whole community.
Soldier on
But for how long
Come to grips with family
Tragedy overbears catholic guilt
What you couldn't admit
Is unimportant now
Just hold on a little longer
Settle tabs, talk to old friends
Reminisce and try to work.
You find yourself skinnier every day;
Bug keeps eating away.
Most troubling is your soul,
Most unsettling is control,
A total loss of it.
Can't see those that you love
Without somebody crying
Oh the life you live,
When you know that you are dying.
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