The Cost

Wisp in the air
the rotting flesh
From an open wound
the bleeding abcess
A limping man
With all I've lost
My obsessive mind
Screams forget the cost
And never well
A life lived sick
The addictive cure
With the needles stick
I beg for help
But who knows why
Cause all this pains
Gonna help me die
And die I will

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