Lyme

Tick-tock, tick-tock
The clock is ticking, ticking faster
Your body’s gone, you’re not your master
You’re in a fog, to thick to think
Your mind’s not gone it’s on the brink
The ground it shakes beneath your feet
Your legs once strong, they look so weak
I know you’d love to see and stand
I know you’d love to be a man
But please lay down and watch the sky
Don’t let it’s beauty pass you by
To see you struggle tears me apart
I get this pain, it’s in my heart
But I know you know all to well
This damn disease can go to hell