You wake up a morning
Have some stomac aches
Not important you tell yourself

And you stop thinking about it

Later that same day

You feel it once again
And it's worst than ever
At that time you really start wondering


At the hospital
After a long check-up

The man in white sits down in front of you
And makes your worst nightmare a reality


Your heart is pumping at foul speed
You would prefer to ignore all this
But the pain refreshes your memories

You're now stuck in the disease tornado

You return to your house to pack your stuff

And take a desperate look around

Knowing that it could be the last vision of your home

While the disease builds it's own in your body

Dominated by the disease

Your only hope is to fight to survive

Even if you know that the victim is unlikely

You take the decision to engage in a long internal war

Feeling the Reaper close to you

You grip your heart to seize it's last beat
Seeing your life behind
You ask yourself why so much suffering

And to dust your return... clueless...