Ode to Sick

I never wait for you to come anymore.

I can already hear your protest.

There isn't much to be said about your behavior.

There's never a time I miss you.

What do you want with me?

What can I give you that you haven't taken?

Where does your loyalty lie, anyway.

Who do you answer to?

Why am I the favorite?

Can't you just move on to another?

You break my spirit slowly.

Tearing me asunder.

All the while, laughin at my efforts to heal.

You never say your sorry.

You never say goodbye.

You just come and get what your after.

What do you want with me?

What can I give you that you haven't taken?

Where does your loyalty lie, anyway.

Who do you answer to?

Why am I the favorite?

Can't just leave me here to die.

There were times we shared together, alone.

Once a faithful resurrection of guilt and shame.

Though I led you to my endless rivers,

I never thought you would drink.

What do you want from me?

What can I do you for?

Where is your destiny?

Is there no honor anymore?

What do you want from me?

What can I give to you?

Is there a way out from your grasp...at last.