The Disease

Crawling up my veins, I can feel it The thought in my head, can I beat it? It has been a while now, it has become my only company Since I discovered it, I have been living in misery At first it was fine, I thought I was safe Until they tested me in metal things as dark as a cave The thoughts that run inside my mind "You're dying, you're dying", they're leaving me behind Helpless and useless on a bed The same place where I am going to end up dead These people's faces that I cannot stand Nurses and doctors stick needles in my hand All the people I thought were my friends None of them stuck by me to the end. But I didn't forget the tears my loved ones cried But in the end, they all seem so dead and dry Me and the disease, now it is just a race So obviously clear from the paleness of my face It kills me, all the fake smiles they gave I wonder if they'll smile, after they place me in my grave And all the people around me, they don't understand But still, they stick needles so deep in my hand And now that I'm here, paralyzed and weak Nothing but another chance of life, do I humbly seek Tears fall down, and so does hair As empty as my soul, so is this life unfair All the misery and all the pain 16 years have gone in vain The disease I fight, the disease I hate In my blood it so vigorously accumulates And none but God shall I try to persuade As my life so slowly fades