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Gear
Here I am spun out on gearWill tomorrow be less full of fear? Don’t worry it’s all legal,Free too, for those that are frugal. Each prescription goes, if you think I’m a drain,To fight the good fight – the war on pain.Because the nerves won’t listen anymore,They have panic attacks no matter the score. Adhesions don’t know how to healLeaving me unsure how to feelUnable to trust my own two feet on the floorDid you think I was joking when I said it’s a war? Like my body is on a spreeDesperately seeking a space to be freeTrying to find a moment of peace for my mindOverwhelmed by all my…
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Remission
Remission;Feels like a lie by omission,This is just an intermission,A fire awaiting its ignition, It seems like I am waiting,For a little cell to begin tainting,While I spend every minute hating,This disease that spends no time wasting, Corrupting my flesh, my blood, my mindMy existence here is timedI’ve never felt so blindMy future already signed When it comes I shall fight,I will not lose the light,I will struggle with all my might,For those who shine so bright, Remission;Feels like a lie of omission,This is just an intermission,A fire awaiting its ignition.
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Little Messages
Little messages travel down to nerves, That shouldn’t be. Little messages travel down to nerves, Medication to fight that caused so much harm I wonder why it was so important that I won, Destroyed all the receptors it could find Leaving me broken Little messages send pain through my body That shouldn’t be. Little messages send pain through my body They shouldn’t be Contorted, I try to fight. But my skin is aflame, My organs are gone, lost to the fire. Even breathing seems to be hard, All because Little messages carry the flames throughout That shouldn’t be. Little messages carry the flames throughout They shouldn’t be I need to…
