End Of The Line

Vial after vial,
Trial after trial,
Constantly battling denial,

Day after day,
I know exactly what to say,
It’s always the same,

Face after face,
All starting to blur in a haze,
All responding with the same phrase,

Sick, sick, sick,
So terribly sick of hearing it,

Do what I might,
It will never be alright,

So

Night after night,
I’m keeping up the good fight,
Till destiny will show it’s light.