Tick

It started out years ago Long before he ever fucking knew The mind slows brought on with age It breaks you down, it rips you to shreds Tired eyes, a broken man Thoughts blur with a fucked up head Dead tired he feels like a slave Constantly battling with his own head Loss of words you can't stand straight The sickness is spreading to his brain This hard working man A father, bread winner Stricken with his pain No cure for his disease It's digging its way in It burrows like a tick Everyone around him sees it He think he's doing fine Mood swings control him now He screams, wishing he could die Mood swings control him now He screams, wishing he could die Violent outburst, he can barely stand This once strong man, is now a boy again He now screams all day Every fucking night Kicking and screaming No cure in sight He lays and waits to die