like a needle in the heart

Like a needle in the heart,
Like a tempest in a cup,
Like a sinful melody out of art...

I am talking nonsense. beware of me. I am sorry. I am trying but I am not used to this.
Once upon a time, I erradicated that disease out of my body. It was no where to be found, not even in the dictionaries of convoluted words. It was solved even before it grew.

Now, weaponless against the enemy I stand. I gave up my immunity. I am at his mercy. I want to see the light for a second. For just a another second, thats all I ask. It so happens to be that my life is being consumed. I cant control it and it seems to me that the destructive agent is expanding at a alarming rate. What else should I do but give in? In all the mightyness of life itself, could I keep fighting, without weapons, without shields, but only with my will to survive?

If life is so miraculous as they said, then let it shine as it has never shone before. I, for once, depend on it.