sickness

my thoughts never changing
they only keep rearranging
alive one moment and dead the next
my mind wont stay at rest
keeping everything compressed
inside my chest
ache has set in my heart
like a sickness
it decays the veins
but not the flesh
wasting away with the days
there becoming all the same
peace is dreaming as best
but insomnia and regrets
keep my guts in a mess