Re: Halfway out the door!

Not on the floor, the evading contrary,
shot 24 is off the shelf of a fridge door.

Injected with no short a tear,
Pegasys the trojon,
4, 440 micrograms of poison, battling 24/7 to slaughter a slaughterer.

No arguement from me, polyethelene, interferon, ain't sweet , just plain mean and lean, physically and mentally, deteriating faculties,
and,
the simplest things.

Fog the brain, pacing and racing,anxiety envoking,
I'm crazy.

Ribavirin, aka. Riba Rage

you're a madmans potion, you're exhausting, encompassing, uncomfortable,
unwell the feeling.

Humility, the strive, a cornerstone set reluctantly, 168 thousand, mg's to go.

You can't have,
my soul.

A combo makes a hit, no prisoners spared, undetectable, detectable,
no prejudices made.

Anomosity challanged,
good courage cleanses souls.

Rest, nutrition, lemon water,
and faith in the fight, slaying dragons, until the end.

One day being greatful,
to smile and breath easy again.