I'm not sick but I'm bleeding just the same I'm not forgotten but I can't remember my name I carry a bag of stones taken from my kidney in claim I look down on my feet no feet but guns and they take aim
I look up at the sky no sky but tree crowns so dense in front of me, as far as eyes can see are waves and they build a fence Faces from within look at me confused muffled voices tell me I shall be reduced Just me, my guns and my kidney stones but I refused
I fell into a pit that looked like my face They made me swallow my stones Waking up inside a maze I think these are my bones
Am I dead or just insane my guns are wet is it all in vain I regurgitate the stones they fed spit out blood, the taste got plain
The maze of bones stands aflame I dry in the heat I hear a click, my feet to blame I look down and pang!, I smell burning meat I open my eyes, push through the frame only a dream, I'm on the edge of my seat Looking in the mirror, I fear this isn't the end of this game I see the bag of stones and my reflection says "repeat".
What Dr. Lector devours with fava beans, inside rots. Too much Chianti? Not likely. Likely, not enough but there has been much else. Still, no amounts warranting any shy example of overload. Mild splurges, done in high style equal nothing in comparison to toxic baths taken in industrial grindstone mortors. And the payback? Walking papers and abdominal lump.
Poke it and choke on acid reflux. Pop more pills to keep it down. Downers prescribed on more downers. Feeling down? Have another downer. What else can we do? Your MRI's and ultrasound, unsound, do not come with flag from foreign invader, claiming this new territory for king.
So, blame it on the offal. Blame it all on the offal for not having guts and glory to fight off its own infection. And eat your chicken livers.
Fear is harder to overcome with each new diagnosis and prognosis, but I continually do. I'm no chicken liver.
A year and a half ago I was good a year and a half ago I was fine a year and a half ago I was in my prime a year and a half ago I was not thinking about dying but I guess everything change when a disease barge threw the door of your life and you start thinking will I live or die but I hiding the pain in my eyes as I look back at my life before all this I can just sit back and cry before the needle before the pain **** I guess after dialysis nothing will be the same
Just want it to release my stress about my kidney disease