empty nyquil bottles
now full of sorrow
full of pain
feelings of joy now replaced by loss stage 1...
fear now plagued with acceptance
miss understanding a blessing for now
struggle to even wake up
pain over coming strength stage 2.........
reasoning barely lasting
hope is covered by gloomy clouds
days numbered by 2 of a kind stage 3..........
hand of cards holding 1 last ace
deaths hand holds 2 kings and 2 aces....
the final stand
its all come to this
pill bottle stage 4
made to kill pain
now bringing killing pain...
\"mama if you wake up ill give you my bracelet\"
but the mother lost aginst cancer\" final (black) curtain