The Cure

by natasha   Apr 5, 2005


I rise to death with evrey moon
Awaiting the cure, coming soon
An elixir of doom for this vital pain
A concoction for this menacing stain
My need for this antidote is great
There's a part of me I truly hate
A human half, the reason i hide
I must doff this living, existing side
I hope the solution comes tonight
I'm trying to win a losing fight
I hope it is here before sunrise
Because dreams of the potion antagonize

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