my day as a mime

Reject the Sickness (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

fighting the dark my evil isn’t out

lack of purpose , make’s me shout

strolling through memory’s all lined in gold

frustrating me now , future’s on hold

moods are all calm , but sense’s are high

healing and learning can’t all be implied

sickness has plagued , my  sickness swells

the devil is in me , I’m under his spells

this monster will lose , sure to take time

up to this point I’ll act like  a mime