Too Soon

Through open eyes, I see nothing but this empty person.
How can you see even a little more.
I feel like the very first one. I hit the floor.
Unable to keep my self up. Unable to stay together.
Words pass through my head like wind through a feather.
Invisible flowing past the unconscious forever.
Incurable. Chronic. Hopeless.
Few things stand the chance of helping.
Everything I once loved. Gone, killed by the sickness. Melting.
Still dissolving within the living fire I live.
Wanting to help others, but unable to give.
Nothing left in me with the willingness to.
Vision of this. So very soon. Too soon. Here.