The Symphony of My Seizure

The Pain is deep and Darkness always comes.
Throbbing with flashes of electricity.
Please Death deliver me from this tormented Hell.

Weird colors blaze with odd shifting shadows.
Faces appear out of the wall just looking.
Please Death deliver me from this tormented Hell.

The Pain on my skin glows red hot.
The room is spinning faster going deeper down.
Please Death deliver me from this tormented Hell.

Time and place is lost.
The savage Pain makes the Depression blacker.
Please Death deliver me from this tormented Hell.

The Seizure is like a great Symphony of Pain.
I am passing into peace for a while.
Please Death deliver me from this tormented Hell.

Seizureland

The entrance has bright colors
and odd shapes that jump out.
The price of admission is free
and confusion mixes it all about.

I am the only one there on the
rides between death and life.
They spin, whirl, and drop
while I hold on with all my might.

The free-fall drops forever
into the pits of Hell.
My skin burns like fire
and I scratch until it swells.

The haunted house has spirits
that I see and talk to.
They all have advice
and none of them say "boo"!

A day at Seizureland
beats any amusement park.
The only problem is the pain
because it is not a lark.

The Cursed Road

The Cursed Road twisted and twirled, then spun like a top.
But I hung on to it and followed it all day.
It had many bumps, gaps, and hurts to make me stop.
However, I was not going to give up and go away.

I saw many scenes from a long time ago.
Then the hot thorns of pain made me bleed.
I heard so many familiar sad voices that the wind would blow.
The Cursed Road became very black, but I did not take heed.

The faces of people rushed out of the abyss.
I could not see the narrow, bumpy Cursed Road now.
But the faces were of dead loved ones that I really miss.
Then the air was hard to breath, with a scent that grew very foul.

By now I was gasping and heaving the wicked air with my breast.
I was crawling and bleeding, hoping to see the end of the Cursed Road.
The pain and hallucinations of the seizure completed another test.
I wonder how many trips will I have to endure until I am finally cold.

Sea of the Damned

Darkness and Pain come again.
As Demons from Hell to play.
The Nightmare of the Curse begins
And my soul is now covered with gray.

My body cries out to cease living.
I can not endure another attack.
But the Pain is never forgiving
And the darkness is always black.

My mind sees things from the past.
I always see lights and shapes so grand.
I am falling with nothing to grasp.
I am lost again in the Sea of the Damned.

I am weary of life with the Curse.
Death by my own hand would stop the attack.
But I know something that would be worse.
Eternal Damnation for a wrongful act.

My hands are tied and my fate is cast.
I must accept this Curse and cruel strife.
Looking forward someday to peace at last.
In God's Kingdom and Heavenly Life.

My Last Grin

The Darkness is liquid and sticks
to every part of me so quick.
My heart and my soul are the first
to go Pitch Black and the it gets worse.
My whole body aches and my mind
becomes lost in space and time.
I see what is lost never to be found
only for me wishing to be in the ground.
Nothing is fun and tomorrow only brings
more pain, sorrow, and ugly things.
There is no hope or rays of sunshine.
There are no goals to make me just fine.
The pain spreads the liquid darkness faster.
always pushing me closer to the final disaster.
All light is gone replaced with gloom 
and the end is near with certain doom.
Death is my only friend that waits
to comfort me and I can not be late.
I must hurry now to meet him
to leave this Blackness with my last grin.

Attitude

My seizures have returned with violent force of the agony
Of a hundred soldiers thrusting fiery blades into my brain.
The pain brings pictures from my past as a sad photo cacophony
And strange horrible visions only seen by the insane.

The heat that goes my body is intense like the sun.
Uncontrollable electrical shocks adds lightning to my storm.
My brain is spinning like a tornado stuck in a canyon
bouncing off the walls screaming like demons in a swarm.

The lights look like bright rays of the sun melting my eyes.
While any sound is magnified and I wince in pain at the noise.
My bed is my living coffin and to the world I say my Good-Byes.
I pray then to be delivered from this living with no joys.

I see him in the corner, a black shrouded Angel of Death.
He is waiting for my seizure and coma to my final rest.
I wonder when the seizures will stop and I take my last breath.
But until that happens I plan to live my life to the best.

When I do feel well, I savor every moment and enjoy nature.
There is nothing more beautiful than a sunset or a rainbow.
Sweets taste more delightful and food is tastier.
My attitude and life will be enjoyed before the last blow.