The Cure

I see him walking toward me.
Eyes yellow, skin grey.
Is there a cure for this disease he has?
He mumbles something under his breath,
too quiet for me to hear.
Is there a cure for this disease he has?
He is unaware of my presence,
I am not surprised judging by the state he's in.
Is there a cure for this disease he has?
He goes to the closet and takes out a gun.
My fear takes over,
My knees quiver and my hands shake.
Is there a cure for this disease he has?
He gets down in front of me, on his knees.
He grabs my hands and says all the voices will go away soon.
He kisses my cheek and bids me farewell.
Is there a cure for this disease he has?