Sick

My hunger is as bad as my sickness

The hot sweat pours into my eyes

Vomiting in the front yard

Wishing overtly to die

 I'm out of medication

Alcohol makes it worse

I'm living a lie 

My life is but a curse

I lie on the bathroom floor

My face poised over the vent

The cold air dries my tears

All my dreams have come and went

I am dancing with the devil 

All my hopes lie in waste

I heave on the cold floor

I have fading vision, touch, and taste

I know now that this sickness will end me

I can almost smell my doom

Please place my golden urn 

in a frequently visited room