Fevered - Left Hand Solution

Marking this body of infancy

Wounds — smiling my way

Again emotions fail to exist

The anguish of existence calls us all

The world is sick

And life is the disease

Feverish we breed

See the willow that embodies my weeping

And so the weeping calls us all

The world is sick

And life is the disease

Feverish we breed

The loneliness feeds my resentment

I remain dead