Cursed by the Worm

Forgotten and left, All Emotions Suppressed,
Two Fifths of Whiskey wreak on my breath,
Life so unkind, I'm asking for death,
I've become so weak, I could use rest,
All Sanity lost while forced to the test,
I'm trying so hard to do my best.

Drunk on my madness, wasted from sadness,
I thought I made it, I swore that I had this.
Many tasks I've completed, On my knees now defeated,
Voice hoarse with pain as I pleaded and pleaded,
It's not what I want but what I have needed,
My illness grows worse from how I've been treated,
Every bit of strength lost, All energy depleted,
It could have been different, If only I breeded,
and brought forth a child, out of that I've been cheated,
karma takes place, remaining seated, destroying my life,
unto me, this has been deeded.

The book of the worm, Plague Me, I'm cursed,
I expect only pain and hope for the worst,
If it works out I'll ride in that hearse,
away from this place, now at last my last verse,
Patience runs dry and all hope is dispersed.