Mortal Disease

I sit in the dark
With your mangled body
In my arms
Cradling softly so as not break it more
Than what it already is


How did it feel to die I wonder
Does it feel like sweet surrender?
Does is somehow free you
Of this earthy bindings;
Does it make me a weak creature?
My desire to die?


I somewhat envy you,
You with your mortal body
That has ceased to exist
That has ceased to breathe
I don’t want absolution
I’m monster
I’m not like you,
Or everyone else
I just want to die
To stop
To cease
To break


So I’ll cradle your unmoving body
Because someday it might be me
Being maimed
Being killed
Maybe if I hold you long enough
This disease
This mortality of yours
Will be passed down to me.