Fever of Impotence

Help!

It's a fever all-consuming
This battle of Will and Wit
cutting me inside-out, bleeding me raw -
churning up everything in its desperate path...
Who shall deliver the killing blow?

Shall I?

Make it better. Make it better!
Get rid of it.
Or me.

It's been long, ongoing and defeating.
Don't be a damned pessimist - they say.
Why not- shout I.
What has the existence of one soul
-beaten and battered-
Left to want?

Let it be over - once and for all.
For it drains me out...
axphyxiating the reason I am.

Will it get easier if I give in?
Let it rage on then.