"I hate this with a passion," as some would say.
But this I will have to deal with
whether I enjoy it or not.
My limbs are shaking.
My eyes sting from almost tears.
My heart is fighting to rid this fear,
from my soul, from my life.
I can't stop my hands from moving,
nor my mind from wandering.
The headache is here, once again.
Anything but screams, please don't sing...
Like a poison, this feeling I just can't rid
this feeling of death in me.
