my disease

the disease you gave me
relapses; upon your grave,
you come alive agian
the lies have been cut
from your teeth; and the venom is gone

i willingly begin my end again
delusions of happiness fill my mind
....reality slips away....
stream of consciousness rapes
the sanity that is left;

it flows; like a river
from the veins: and stains the soul
the whiskey makes me numb agian....
the only cure for your disease