something evil this way grows

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It's cold. sometimes it's very cold. as I touch the right side of my chest to compare, i realize that the temperature drop on the left side of my chest is inside my body, not outside. Feels awkward, but it doesn't hurt in that peticular region. No. It hurts deeper inside. In the movies, the victim, (or the person who was going to die), always says how cold it is. I now know why. It actually feels like someone put a piece of Ice inside my lungs. Bad thing is, that's the good news. The hurt inside is growing with every passing day. The type of pain you get if someone was cutting you. As I rest my hand on my chest, psychology must be playing a role in this event, for comfort comes when I put my hand over my chest constantly, but it's only a temporary comfort. If there was a way that our society can let go of the greed factor and finally let me in. I need an X-ray. I need a doctor. I need something, but not more time. Time is now my enemy. I'm giving it time to grow, and for this, my time is getting shorter, for evil is growing....growing in a world in which I can't make it stop.