My last breath was a punishment
Might my next just never be.
For I am so very very tired,
Of waiting so patiently.
For the better days to come,
The storm to pass on by,
And I can conjure ne'r a smile,
And barely yet a sigh.
A weak hand here and there has tried,
To hold but can't sustain,
Unending days of misery,
Relentless years of pain.
This demon has pursued me,
To it I'm but a slave.
That has mastered from the womb,
And will unto my grave.