911 doesn't help, but your eyes distract me from my failing health

I see a picture of you and it's staring through my soul

Your eyes have me and they refuse to let me go

My world is crumbing from the foundation sinking 

everything ontop slowly down

I can only hope a doctor will come around

Diagnose the pain before I'm left on the ground

A picture of you I meant to write about

I want that to be what my night is about

But I can't ignore the grim weeper at my door

God, I've tried denying it before

The antibiotics let me know I need a cure 

But the doctors are on vacation

It must be nice to be free, this infection has consumed me.

I still fight & I'm praying, now, at night, that everything will be alright