Grey horizons locomotate my mood elevating only the negatives emotions.
Slipping through curtains of dust my body aches, dirt filters my breath with stabs of fatigue.
Panting I cough my will out, filthy sickness turbulates my vision.
There's that spinning again, dizziness flashes through my chest.
Dizzy crouds of colours perish in front of my nauseous figure.
Dizzy hands slip into my sides hoping to catch my fall but who can tell what comes next?!
Cancer implants it's flesh of my flesh and in this one sided battle I'm lost.
If only the world could embrace me before the end...