Pain

Dwells deep within,
Fighting and struggling to win.
Haunting my every move,
Creeping up on me with much to prove.
Killing me ever so slow,
Filling me with much sorrow.
The malignant murder injected me with this disease,
As I take my last breath and wheeze.
I say my final words then die,
Leaving many to hurt and to cry.
The circle of pain renews itself,
claiming lives and good health.
I wish that I could have saved me,
But to that lock, I did not possess the key.