Sickness.
Taking me, holding me
corrupting what I am.
There was nothing left
no bit unchanged.
Praying for a cure,
hoping for some help.
There was none.
The only help to be had was lost.
lost in time,
lost in space.
Devoured by another's hate.
I made it all again
to try and fix what was wrong.
It took me too long.
The sickness had already used me
abused me
broken me.
As I waste away,
all I can do is try and pass the cure I found to another.
Give another hope,
a second chance.`
Leave my legacy behind,
as the man that died
so all of you could remain behind.