As I fall into the stupor I wanted,
Allow my slumber to be haunted,
By the failures I succeeded to withhold,
By the nightmares I endure, so bold,
By the tears I will hold back for show.
And by the fears only I can truly know.

Allow the morning to bring me pain,
Every cracking joint as my refrain,
And every breath, a struggle shall be
Until my final gasp sets me free.
And until that candid and glorious moment,
Every hacking cough I shall lament.

May my stagger towards vitality bring me to fall,
May my hand miss its point when I hit the wall.
May my reality distort my thoughts, my vision
As I pull myself closer to the decision

That there is no hope for this life of mine,
That functionality through despair is what will define

My shining moment. A sacrificial torment.