when the heart and the blood start to slow when the nerves melt away like the snow this infection runs its course through me so much more than mere infirmity when the throat closes of its own will i can t laugh i can t breathe i am still be my healer please don t leave me here beneath the storm cloud and heavy atmosphere someone find me someone cure me if i m not too sick to cure medicate me moderate me so that i can try once more tried to sit up in bed was too weak tried to form the right words tried to speak i can listen and i can see a bit you can touch me if you don t mind it tried to give to the world only took tried to keep courage strong but it shook never told you what it s like to shout and sterile silence is all that comes out