Internal

I am collapsing

Internally my organs are bursting

When nerves consume my intestines

My immune system weakens

Constantly sick

Sick to my stomach

Turmoil within

Creating short wind

The trouble of moving

Or even getting up

My bones crack and shake

Movings too tough

The chills take me over

The layers add on

Not wanting to eat

Spread out like butchered meat

Closing my eyes 

I feel pure paradise

As if my dreams are better than real life
As days end

The sun always rises
Maybe this feeling
Will soon capsize