The night 'tis long and forboding... Its blackness blankets my mind- Weakness surmounts as sorrows accounts... For the bleak questions and answers i find;
Dizzying night swirls into the throb- That 'tis pulsating inside of my head- While the candle in my soul 'tis dimming out low... And i wonder if i am nearly dead;
Illness 'tis but a dis-ease... An unease of all once working parts... Eaten alive by super cells that survive... While tearing to pieces my fragile heart;
If tomorrow never comes for me... If i am swallowed up by a malignant night... And all evils of the day have come my way- Let it be known-that i didn't leave without a fight;