Fevered

<br>Marking this body of infancy<br>Wounds - smiling my way<br>Again emotions fail to exist<br>The anguish of existence calls us all<br><br>The world is sick<br>And life is the disease<br>Feverish we breed<br><br>See the willow that embodies my weeping<br>And so the weeping calls us all<br><br>The world is sick<br>And life is the disease<br>Feverish we breed<br><br>The loneliness feeds my resentment<br>I remain dead