A Thought- Camouflaged Poem by Michel Angelo

There are only bloodstains on the pathways,
now I Need no sugar in my vein
Even if meager presence remains,
my beliefs renew it new again.

The old days, old months,
and all my old rituals remain,
swings today on a garland of light
my old sins and nights of darkness.

You have raised me in the sky,
you are the one who pushes me in the deep sea,
whenever I am afraid of my disease
the disease becomes my medicine.

Why don't you feel it with your hand
before you swallow the food?
The outer wrap is just the film
under this my bleeding tears remain.