Forever is a heavy word,
I’ve been lifting your weights in secrecy.
I downed the medication
with a glass half full of curiosity.

But the side effects were better than the ailment itself.
I’m fully infected, it is becoming a hazard to my health.

You’re a terminal thrill.
No cure, no injection no quarantine nor pill
could ever begin to chase the feeling of being killed.

*Again with the partial completion due to my terrible habit of writing on loose paper.