Coming Turn

Lying alone in this cold and quiet room

I can hear their whispers now

I can sense it: A turn is coming on

Lying alone in this cold and quiet room

The door is silently opening

I can sense it: A turn is coming on

Wincing faces, racked by pain

They come to me as I fall asleep

Climbing the stairs, to hide is vain

They will get me in this night so deep

Exhausted veins

Bloody drugs every day

Their needles in my brain

They gave me one more jab supposed to relieve all that pain

I tried to get away

To escape from that place

But my own legs betray me leaving body on that bed

Wincing faces, in front of me

They've come to me and I don't dare

To give that fight for eternity

It's just a never-ending nightmare