Once I was covered with a blanket of disease, the white devil.
The blanket of despair, the blanket of comfort, the blanket of Lies.
It lied to me everyday, it gave me false hopes, it gave me false warmth.
It clouded my reality; it controlled my soul....
The blanket drove me from reality and it became my net, my trap.
Like a dying fish, I gasped for air. I tried to escape to no avail.
It held me like a jail cell; it constricted me like a snake...
Nothing could help me, no one Man.
I tried to ask for help, but no one listen as my voice was weak and my
addiction loud.
The shadow of death creeps, and darkens my life.
I look within, and what did I find, its a small light, not big enough to
shine...
It is small amber, hardly visible....
In the moments before I die, I look to the sky.
I ask Him for help and he smiles, never judging me, never asking why.
The amber grows until it is a fire, consuming me within.
As I look around for my comfort blanket, I cannot see.
He is my blanket now, He is my guiding light, and never again will I be in
the dark...

 
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