When right becomes wrong,
when light turns to dark,
when my mind can't restart,
this is what I fear.
This disease eats away at me,
and makes it hard to see,
it blinds me from reality,
and leaves me to die.
I feel it seeping through my pores,
and into my blood stream.
It strangles my heart and lungs,
consumes my mind like a bad dream.
It slithers under my skin,
like barbwire snakes.
I fight to make it go away,
but it takes much more than that.
Sometimes I think I'm better off gone,
better off dead,
why stay alive?
This disease will never let me go,
it will always hold me down.
Sometimes I think it would be easier,
to be underground,
than here.
This disease is stronger than me,
and will never let me be.
But for now,
I live,
till the day comes,
that I'm strong enough to pull the trigger.
Facing the demon is easy to do,
but pulling the trigger is easier.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 10:17 AM UTC
When right becomes wrong,
when light turns to dark,
when my mind can't restart,
this is what I fear.
This disease eats away at me,
and makes it hard to see,
it blinds me from reality,
and leaves me to die.
I feel it seeping through my pores,
and into my blood stream.
It strangles my heart and lungs,
consumes my mind like a bad dream.
It slithers under my skin,
like barbwire snakes.
I fight to make it go away,
but it takes much more than that.
Sometimes I think I'm better off gone,
better off dead,
why stay alive?
This disease will never let me go,
it will always hold me down.
Sometimes I think it would be easier,
to be underground,
than here.
This disease is stronger than me,
and will never let me be.
But for now,
I live,
till the day comes,
that I'm strong enough to pull the trigger.
Facing the demon is easy to do,
but pulling the trigger is easier.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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