no the doctors didn t tell you that you were dying they just collected their money and sent you on your way but you knew all along went on pretending nothing was wrong you said i will keep my focus till the end in the journal you kept by the side of your bed you wrote nightly in aspiration of developing as an author confessing childhood secrets of dressing up in women s clothes compulsions you never knew the reasons to will everyone you ever meet or love be just a relationship based on a false presumption despite everyone you ever meet or love in the end will we be all alone and as the disease spread slowly through your body pumped by your heart to the tips of your arms and your legs your greatest fear was that your mind wouldn t last the coherency and alertness would be the first things to fade as your hair thinned ss the weight fell off as your teeth blackened as the lesions spotted your skin as you fell to your knees in the center of the stage as you offered witness your humanity in exchange for the ticket price as the lights blended into the continuing noise as all hope was finally lost adrenaline carried one last thought to fruition let this be the end let this be the last song let this be the end let all be forgiven1