Sick At Heart

(album: Beyond The Dead - 2023)

A clean bill of health is anathema to me
Factitious desire for disease
Virus I praise, cancers I crave
Riddled with injuries is how I'm pleased

Medfet addiction, sickness gained
Hospitalized, gurney attained
Medical care à la carte
In doc we trust sick at heart

Stethoscope your heart skips a beat
A thick chart of ills at your feet
Cannulated then a sponge bath
Urine draining from my cath

Methylene blue adorning your skin
Demarcated for incision
Garmented in an iodized wrap
Finery for my date on the slab

Masked and gassed, anesthetized
Hold my breath and close my eyes
Alert and aware as I slice your gut
I long to feel every single cut

Laceration, exsiccation
Coaptation, ejaculation, saturation

Feeding addiction, sickness mending
Hospital stay, never ending
Medical care à la carte
In doc we trust sick at heart

Stitches decorate your flesh
Bejeweled with a cold compress
The sick I enjoy, libidinous toys
My passion is for your illness

Yearning addiction, sickness healed
Dreams of hospice, health ordeals
Medical care à la carte
In doc we trust we're sick at fucking heart