It catches me again, this disease that I have come to acquire.
I have fallen from guard; it laughs as I perspire.
It casts shade upon each of my sunny days,
It wakes and takes from me all of my good dreams.
I cannot shake it; I must face it with dismay.
This thing, it swallows my life more than it seems.
Now I am waiting for it to take my breath away,
This thing that hunts me like a prey.
It reaches with its claws to draw my innards
Like thick red lace from my very core.
It will not rest until it is the winner.
It has never lost a game like this before.
My face it wears now like a mask, a sign of victory.
It takes the form of what I am, and not what I use to be.
It festers in my brain like a wound that will not heal.
It drains my life away; it has taken over me.
I cannot understand your words; this is all I feel.
It takes my sense away; this thing is all I see.