Dope House

 
Webs in the attic, rats in the cellar
I'm in the bathroom not feeling stellar.
 
I creep to the kitchen but I remain cautious
Because all the food is making me nauseous.
 
I then seek relief in the dining room
My belly rolls like a corpse in a tomb.
 
I run to the bedroom and try to relax
Sickened and kicking with panic attacks.
 
I'll try to hibernate inside my den
But cold shakes take their hold again.
 
I gain control and lose my breath
The family room, it smells of death.
 
I hit the hallway - getting longer
The cravings keep on getting stronger.
 
My nerves electric like a fence
This house of pain not making sense.
 
The courtyard calls me out to play
Reminds me of a younger day.
 
Once I was a ballroom dancer
Before I met you and your cancer.
 
I seek relief and find it soon
Then died inside the living room.