The Parasite (Living the Last Days)
Wait hold up something is so wrong
I have the feeling soon I'll be dead and gone
It's getting hard to eat
Hard to feel my feet
Not to mention I feel nausea when I see meat
Especially beef
Everyday feels like it will be my last
Visions of me drowning when I take a bath
So therefore I shower
From fifteen minute rinses to spending an hour
Just to walk up Thornwood stairs is like climbing a tower
Favorite food in my face but I refuse to devour
Vision more than blurry
Yikes I'm in a hurry
Deep inside me my past I want to bury
Deep outside me bodily pains I feel these
Blood rushes my forehead, but leaves my achilles
Stuggling hard as ever to stand
One by one I feel my head losing hair strands
My veins bulging like crazy on my frail hands
Can't generate saliva due to dry mouth glands
This is some bull
Like my worries aren't already full
How can I move my body if I'm feeling heavier than a mule
I swear I'm bout to die, Death won't miss me
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