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.