What is this eating at me?
This despair of death
It has taken my courage
I, at times, fear the unknown
This disease grows strong
Hopefully, I grow stronger
Longer, longer I stay
I wait for the alarm
That final ring to my maker
My flesh ready for serving
Can I be no smarter than death?
When the timer goes off
I give in too easily to grief
I am but the perfect target
I can think around this journey
I must be the better magician
An instigator of all life
The beauty in the breakdown
This disease will not win
Release my soul into the wind
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