Plague

Around this time of year

I recall a period of my life

That seemed to be

A thousand centuries ago

But also felt like yesterday

It was a time where I was sick

A time where I wished to sleep forever

To close my eyes and never wake

For the troubles plaguing me

Would only let me be when I

Was lost in dreamless slumber

I was lonely

And if there was a god

Then he took my hand

And broke my fingers

He shattered my bones

And ripped apart my mind

I was dead inside

And my mask was rotting

But there was nothing I could do

Except sleep

For a hundred years

And nothing has changed

Since then