Fatal Condition

Seeking morose tunes;
Morbid music to soothe,
(To pacify) this frame
Grown sickly from neglect,
From an infected bloodstream
Discolored, thanks to longing
(And) too little nourishment ——-
Alone, I (the spirit) wastes away. 

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