| Diseased You're about to blow There's too much pressure You didn't and you wouldn't want to go Your sickness was too much to measure All the time you sat there Staring into nothing Without a single care But you knew there was something It ravaged your body entirely It sank your eyes As it ate you, you laughed maniacally With reality, there were no more ties Your voice croaked Your face was like mud Every minute you choked Coughing up your thickening blood The flesh on your bones hung Like dead bats in a rotting cave Leathered and worn, as was your tongue Your misery was your slave I ended your suffering And you thanked me in kind The sickness, you were no longer harboring And now your world is blind |