Icy

( ICY ) Chills running up and down my spine, it seems I feel this all the time. My sickness and my nerves so delicately intertwined, It's like all my receptors are drunken with wine. They say you'll learn to live with this over time, they say there are groups and support hotlines. But picture living, knowing that your most precious organ, the mind, could very well be the cause of you dying. Imagine living knowing you could be on borrowed time, Wanting to the live to the fullest. But dying quicker than a mullet, With no air rising from your gullet. "Who will take care of my mom, who will watch my nieces and nephews grow up. Who will be there for my girlfriend and dad, aren't you glad. yes I am glad that I've lived and fought as long as I have, still, you can't help but consider what's at the end of life's path.