Night life

The night-side of life is the kingdom of the sick 
I have fallen into your darkness  

My throat is sore
Unwelcome growth is infecting me

Flourishing inside of me
Id love some of that Calpol stuff from the spoon 

Today I was a 

A presented face. All else lay wilting
I am on the bad side

Where health is a distant sun 
Setting away from here  

I want your warmth little yellow thing
Find me