sick, you make me feel sick
sick with worry
sick with guilt
sick in the head
sick in the stomach
sick in the spirit
sick here on earth
sick up in heaven
sick wanting to fix it
sick in the mouth
sick on my tongue
sick to the teeth
sick of words not working
sick of my doubts
sick of this grief
sick of your pain
sick of you hurting
sick at the thought
sick that you want it
sick that you don’t
sick with emotion
but mainly
sick of sick lightbeams
sickly pinning you, me, (us)
to the bottom of this deep, dark ocean.
sick of it sick of it