Sickness and I

The sickness feeds me 
Starves me, and feeds me again 
A sickness that dresses me 
Makes me naked without it 

A sickness so lonely 
It feeds on men 
Retches recovery 
It doesn’t want to quit 

The sickness eats me
Spits me out, and swallows me again 
A sickness that holds me closely 
To spend my life with