Hope for a Cure

Don’t know when it started. How long has it been this bad? This plague is immune to all our technology and it’s spreading rapidly

Through the sickbay window the moon rests behind the clouds. It’s the only light on your small frame. Eyes are closed and remain that way

I can’t understand how this melancholy takes hold. And we live longer now than we ever have before.

What can I do? (Hope for a)

Is there time to? (For a cure)

Might be too late (Hope for a)

To fight against fate (For a cure)

All I can do is search for a cure

Each night I spend sleepless hours in the darkened lab