Nausea

A mock of nausea

You don't even deserve me, stop haunting me

you don't even respect me, stop haunting me,

you don't even treasure me, stop haunting me

Battled I have all of you and alone I have stand against you, 

is the time of my defeat near?

Is the moment of my undeniable dismissal nigh?

shall I lose this sick battle? or shall I reign supreme over death and over your sickness that acuses me?

I surrender my being to your will

Reviews

[ExquisiteEyes]

Wonderful write. The feeling of resignation is quite prominent.