Chemical Relief
It's eating me alive,
It's hand is around my throat,
It's laughter is in my ear,
Yet somehow I feel alone.

My mangled body is left alive,
Barely breathing I still try,
Moving forward I can't escape,
Maybe I'll feel relief when I die!

Captured and yet I breathe,
It mocks me in my sleep,
I give in to my pain,
Embracing chemical relief.

Failure is it's name,
Teeth sharpened I am to blame,
I should've killed you before you grew,
You're so common I know your name.

God kill me before I fail,
I can't stand to see my fall,
So crippled it catches me limping,
Will I get over this, ever, at all?

This is not my life,
And I live it scared and scarred,
Will I be over you to live my dreams?
Or will ever get very far?

Comments:
 
Michele   Michele wrote
on 4/11/2009 11:22:15 AM
Same vein as my "Breathless" from a day feeling sick and desperate. With emphysema and bone-crushing osteoporotic hips, I know the feelin'!

penname   penname wrote
on 4/10/2009 7:26:42 PM
this held me throughout and just wouldnt let go

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