DISEASE.... We never know where we,ll go Or where we end up and how We try to focus and follow our way But someone always comes And messes up and off we go Off our ways and screwed It never matters how long it takes Itýs how hard it hits You can run and try to avoid it But it finds you wherever you go The place of infection of this disease Something sweet but sneaky The sun and the moon may collapse And this disease would still survive And ruin your thoughts of peace And make you scream This disease wherever you go Will find you and hit you It always does so And you,ll shed tears Because it really hurts And you,ll be scared Of everything else This disease that can even kill you So sweet a death youýll have Still wherever you go There it will be Don,t try to run It will make you sick And cry and pain will come And a fever that you never felt As if the heat will melt you And there it goes And messes you up This disease, yes this love
Nice one bristy, you know people should make some nice tunes out of some poems posted here, and who knows could be a hit!
