I am the disease in which there is no cure,
i lye so deep inside,
you cant see me on the skin,
but deep inside bewildered eyes,
I come for you by night,
and leave you afraid to sleep,
you never know when you wake up,
if you will be sleeping by me,
wrapped in false promise and hope,
he will tell you i don't exist,
speak sweet apifinies to your head,
taunt you with a twisted kiss,
you believe he wouldn't lie,
and give up all moral to sin,
you cant trust everyone,
how could you trust him,
but don't worry,
i now lye deep inside you too,
you will start getting sicker,
start feeling weaker,
then hear the bone chilling news,
your life,
the one you prize so dear,
is gone,
they will keep you alive as long as they can,
you will never be the same,
your so young, so beautiful,
that its a crying shame,
the disease is slow they will tell you,
its progressive,
and its long,
its a slow and painful death,
you will drag on and on,
because you put your faith,
in a heartless fiend,
he searched and hunted you out,
just to kill your dreams.
don't worry though,
we will make arrangements for you,
now you live as comfortably as you can,
while a slow and early grave creeps up on you.
