I've kept the words of truth in
to long to turn and use them
Now they're burning through my pen
in almost hopeless dread
I toss and turn in bed with regret
for every thought of death
And nothing is as loud
as the sounds, pounding in my head
I don't know how I got this down again
I'm on my knees, asking
"What has happened to me"
I can't see past the disease
I find I'm gasping to breath
as my sanity falls
I'm grabbing all it can be
and this minute
might just be the last of it all

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