Invisible Injury - Pyrrhon

I met with the white coats again today

They fed me another optimistic prognosis

And pills that chip away at my strength

Even as they keep me alive

Count me among the enlightened ones

Who know that they’ve been cursed

I’ll have decades to fight a losing battle

And to bleed from invisible wounds

They tell me my body is beautiful

But my innards turn sour as the years tick by

It’s a glorious cage with luscious fetters

That will bind me until I die

And dogs stalk me in the street

I can feel their eyes raking my back

And dripping down my thighs

Their teeth seek the targets

That grow like moles on my skin

Whose light shines through my clothes

They can’t be hidden away

They tell me my body is fertile

And that each pore bursts with the gift of life

But it’s a glorious cage with luscious fetters

That will bind me until I die

I’m trying hard not to feel ungrateful

But it can really get you down, man

Being locked in forever with a weakness

That fate bestowed with a smile

And all of these gifts are good for nothing

But god keeps giving me more

Schedules to keep and payments to make

Blessed art thou, my daughter

I met with the white coats again today

They spoke to me in soothing tones

As they repaired the walls of my cell:

«The boon of beauty comes with a price

And it is your duty to pay it

Day by day, day by day»