Illness

I've got the illness.
I am one of them. 
It manifests inside me.
And this is the end.

I've got the illness.
There is nowhere to hide.
The red coats my eyes.  
The disease grows inside. 

I've got the illness.
Put me with them in the pen.
Sentenced to life.
And to rot, I'm condemned.        
                                                
I've got the illness.
Nothing can change.
My heart is a stone.
Only myself to blame.

I've got the illness.
Leave me alone.
This life that we had
Has withered and flown.
    
I've got the illness.
Buried we'll be.
Alone in his coffin -
For eternity.
Wrapped in a blanket of jealousy.
Boxed in - as God as my witness!
Don't look at me now,
For I've got the illness.