Medicines just make me drowsy, I still have to sleep with the pain. It has become a part of me, Difficult to get rid off, Like the long lost lover. It just stays in the vessels, Watching the drama. The easy throbbing, Of whats dying inside. I plan, a quick funeral. Off the lover, I ll let them strangle it. Damn, Damn, Damn. An ode to the surgery I need to get, scheduled sometime next week.