as I lay and wonder
upon my cozy bed
sounds of rain and thunder
surround from overhead
...
when is it ok
to feel the pain
when is it ok
to long for rain
...
I walk up an overgrown path
up to an iron gate
with hinges that are graced with rust
and bars that are scarred with age
...
Sometimes my thoughts escape me
As the fear begins to rape me
The tears fall from my eyes
...
twisted metal
busted glass
take each breathe
as it is my last
...
I can feel the change
as the infection spreads
turn me into something
I never wanted to be
...