Too many sick, seeping through my pores
Too many insects, they creep through beneath
Too many stolen, blown like the leaf
Millions, oh millions, they are my thief.
Too many hits, taken on the cheek
Too many times, stuffed up my rhymes
Too many aches, time after chimes
My words have fallen, locked up for their crimes
Why so many ended, but never time mended
Why so many lies, only turning into cries
Why so many spoken, but never fully awoken,
My vital organs left, unmended and broken
Why so many standing, with no kisses landing
Why so many pale, heat left all stale...
Why so many pining, for some underlying
See my face I beg you! see that I am... trying!
So I'm figuratively dying, but I just can't stop trying.
Seriously it's causing me, to even start crying.
Leaving me breathless, I even start whining