Stagnant waters their diseases yield,
Neglectful sores that never healed.
What once seemed healthy now reveals,
Sickness festering, under skin that’s pealed.
Seeking answers we look on high,
As scalpel cuts, we writhe and cry.
The blood doth stream until it’s dry,
Scarring seems as ever nigh.
We chose to hide our seething pain,
Though it cut against the grain.
Now unleashed this horrid stain,
No longer choosing to hide disdain.
Gnashing teeth and spewing spit,
The lower we sink in the hellish pit.
Brought on ourselves by feverish fit,
The more unwillingly we submit.
Submit perhaps, or just gave in,
Giving up to mankind’s penchant for sin.
Our memories are short and patience thin,
Living a destiny that’s already been.
On fear of death, our egos flow,
No pain or suffering we’ll forgo.
Commonsense be damn as we do show,
We’re circling the drain for all we know.
I fear dear friend our wounds won’t heal,
As those before, our fates been sealed.
We never learn what histories revealed,
Instead, we embrace our end with zeal.
Dom DiFrancesco 