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The Ballad of HIV
Her eyes no longer glows.
Her soul forever gone.
Her heart has been shattered.
Her mind twisted and tattered.
Her body broken and battered.
Her conversation like whatever nothing matters.
Her friends no longer friend.
Drugs abuse her body over and over again.
Her family voice's she no longer hears.
Her reality crushed into ashes and gone with the wind.
Thoughts of way back before then.
The place before the end.
Her face withered with wrinkles.
From the downpour of her tears.
Her coworkers gawk at her with fear.
A year it has been since she has lost everything she held dear.
She drop's everything and run's out shadowed by clouds of sorrow.
She hears a voice it say's I am here.
She ask who..who is here?
No answer she slowly opens her eyes.
She realises she is confined to a wheel chair.
Her eye's still blurry she can't make out the shadowy figure that is near.
As the fog from her eye's lift.
The one person who's voice that falls on deaths ear.
She stares at him awkwardly.
Her eye's becomes watery.
He extends his hand and says I am here.
Her soul forever gone.
Her heart has been shattered.
Her mind twisted and tattered.
Her body broken and battered.
Her conversation like whatever nothing matters.
Her friends no longer friend.
Drugs abuse her body over and over again.
Her family voice's she no longer hears.
Her reality crushed into ashes and gone with the wind.
Thoughts of way back before then.
The place before the end.
Her face withered with wrinkles.
From the downpour of her tears.
Her coworkers gawk at her with fear.
A year it has been since she has lost everything she held dear.
She drop's everything and run's out shadowed by clouds of sorrow.
She hears a voice it say's I am here.
She ask who..who is here?
No answer she slowly opens her eyes.
She realises she is confined to a wheel chair.
Her eye's still blurry she can't make out the shadowy figure that is near.
As the fog from her eye's lift.
The one person who's voice that falls on deaths ear.
She stares at him awkwardly.
Her eye's becomes watery.
He extends his hand and says I am here.
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