This is not a blind ambition
just my impending death
I worry will I complete my tasks
not just that but will my loves know

It get's harder every ****** day
so sick in the mornings, weak through the day
but I mean to hold out and fight
but I know soon dear friends I will be gone

I came without arms
no miracles to heal
I came to see how you lived
for I wanted to be one

Now I know again
and you think god's are mad
well as I see it
we came from ones liken to you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris