Nightmare Grip

A silent killer without a name Twists its cold hand Around the back of your neck The grip gets tighter Struggling for breath You feel your life slip away Gripping to memories Hope begins to whither Eyes wide open The colours fade Shades of light grey and black Fill your days Does it know what its doing Would it let you be saved What you'd do with just one day Memory gets cloudy Hearing begins to enslave Lost within your body Alone trying to be brave Needles and lumbar puncture Tries to ease the pain Shunts are needed But isn't a cure Blurred and unfocused Thoughts begin to stir Looking through a peek-hole Watching the normals concur There's nothing wrong She's faking feel the fury building I.. just wanna burst Yet again another wasted Yet another without the cure Days and weeks pass Pain gets worse Wishing and hoping Letting another day blur Want out of this lifestyle Want to be free Only one question remains.. ...Why me? © By MysticXio 2010