My Disease.

I lie down feverish but cold
A rare pain and disease
that's 1001 lifetimes old
My skin, my veins
Have began to dry
My bloodshot eyes
Have ran out of tears to cry
Life... religion... none can help me
They are nothing but a
Blood thirsty lie...
My disease...
My black infectious disease
filled with pain and deception
No body knows what's wrong with me
and no one is coming to save me
All this morphine
Has brought me to a new high
I look out the window
As the faceless people go by
Their is no more rain
no more pain
No more of the demon's tears
That slowly slay the lions of
my past fears
No more reasons to lie...
I thank my disease
For helping me die...