Agony is nothing new to me.
Suffering is my lot in life.
I will bear it all proud.
For there is strength in my weakness.
The cold of pain will swallow me.
The knife in my heart will be twisted
again and again.
Some wounds just never heal.
I will slip on my own blood covered
In death there is a kind of living.
As I am cut.
I will lay me down.
Into the polluted water.
This is life for me.
I will fight for every breath.
No matter how crushingly it
pain racks me.
The light will surely wash over me.
This I will proclaim.
Bring me the end, I will march forth
with new beginning.
(Scott David Buckley-18/04/2012)