that's what they call it coursing through my veins the relief is coming the pain soon fading they wouldn't judge if they knew surely not would they ask me to live this? i wouldn't ask it of you... is it real? is it true? is there a reason why i'm different to you? the poison now burns into my brain the mind dulls, the thoughts slow the world around me gains it's "new world" glow everything is better as i can finally breath the pain just a distant hum another day life goes on.