Feeling like a diseased dog adoptable but up for debate.
As to whether one’s willing to intertwine with my festering fate.
For I have more dead friends and deadly diseases than you could ever count on.
Might as well sing it to the empty space as a pound impounded hound’s song.
Call me downtrodden drama queen.
Poorly drawn to make the common seem
Large as this low life,
Or just weak enough to throw dice.
Me+Disease
Dim Opus 