Wherever there is disease I am sure to follow As tempting as it is To shorten my wait By causing death myself I'll not risk Further chastisement Having my eyes ripped out Was inconvenient enough Sad really. The fight for life Struggling to overcome sickness Just to embrace Poverty and filth But still I wait Next to the writhing The gasping Waiting to guide their spirits For eluding death For one more day Is hardly a victory But a slow and drawn out suffering