Slow Death

The dark brings relief from the echoes of the day Bleeding into night in cold solitude, agony contained So tired of the concerned faces claiming sympathy Worn thin from the healthy who think they know disease Fought endlessly from birth and I am tired of this life Loose me from this mortal coil, oblivion is sweet release No need for your god toys and books you haven’t read My eyes wide open, there’s no one coming to save me As much as I crave ending, still I linger here for something The great intangible that will not let me go Never is such a strong word The distant horizon is so far away Falling through the ether Pretending to have a center