27 November 2012
The sickness crept in Into my mind so cold It lay dormant and still Taking an invisible hold
It remained stagnant I was unaware of it's grasp Until it was too late I panic and gasp
It has drained my strength There is no point in fighting The sickness has me now It's written in writing
The white coats Tell me, my mind needs rest My steely paranoia Shouts "it's an evil test"
I can't believe them Or trust in anything they say Only my own mind Can now show me the way
©Kim Brown 27th November 2012
The Sickness • Opuss № I