A disease runs through thier body.
So powerful, potent, everlasting to thier needs
Many haven't been cured even over the years
Frowned upon by peers while holding discretion
over shedded tears.
The infected ask why examine thier faults
So much scrutiny.
I tell them im not blind to the facts
There isn't no fooling me.
For I know the disease oh so well
My mother is the tainted one
The story goes to be
Infected, overcome, burried
Just to be ressurected
Im truly the broken son.
I have to go throught this struggle
I accept it, for it will make me a stronger man
Hit the scolding hot pavement of life
Just to get up again.
No emotions shown, though it kills me inside
I have a front row seat
To the ceremony of the devil and his bride.
