Originally Posted by Pakaveli
My life’s stuck at a dead end,
All the way I try to bend……the rule
Of death, acted the fool, acted all cool,
When I knew I was terminal, I tried to drown ma self in the pool,
Physically I can’t the virus fend,
Mentally I know my life’s stuck at a dead end.
It all started back two years ago,
It all crashed though in a moments few,
My whole life came at a standstill, brain a curfew,
Riots all around, didn’t know what to do,
Kept asking God why, I wanted a clue,
Why I got aids, whatever bad did I do?
There was nothing I could mend,
Because I know, my life’s a dead end.
When my wife crashed in a tree,
I was told she needed blood, exactly pints 3,
She was dying and I couldn’t assist,
Twist back the handles of time, to god I wished,
If somehow my blood to her I could lend,
But I couldn’t…Aids put my wish there to a dead end.
I have talked of aids and the problems it bought,
But I haven’t still told you how I was caught,
I was in Florida, enjoying the view,
When a woman lay beside me, asked what in the evening will I do,
I couldn’t stop myself being attracted to her,
I was like a flea attracted to a beautiful dogs fur,
She took me to her room and took off her clothes,
My heart started to bloom while my blood pressure rose,
She walked and talked…me into bed,
We made love all night, safety issues at that time weren’t in my head,
When I awoke, she was gone; she left me a letter though,
It was like an ending to a sad love song,
Only three letters was all it took,
“I have aids”, her words my whole body shook.
And all my thoughts went to the bend,
Then I knew our love…had come to a dead end.
Later on in life I thought the infection was passive,
It came and went, nothing that massive,
But I was wrong and soon to find out,
Couldn’t hand out my blood, I tried to shout
The virus away but it wouldn’t sway, so I tried to pray
But it went to waste, because AIDS was here to stay,
I have to tell you though how we met, me and my wife,
Before the Dead End got stamped on my life.
We met during a party, me and her
Her beauty was so radiant; it made my heart stir,
I had forgot about my symptoms, thought this girl was a gift,
U know, a gift like gold, silver, frankincense or Mur
She looked at me and said,
“Boy take me home”, I replied and told her,
“Girl you’re already spinning in my dome”
Two years later we were made one,
A hymn was sung, vows were made, and the bible was read, under the holy sun,
I had moved on in life from my first mistake,
I was going to be loyal, full devotion…..not give and take.
We lived happily but I couldn’t make love,
I knew that I was engulfed by aids…..like a hand in a glove.
She didn’t mind, kissed me without fear,
Tried to keep her away, but our love bought her near.
Then one day we went on a long drive,
Cruising coast from coast, hive to hive,
We went to the beach had one 2 a dive,
On the way back though…..my truest fear came alive,
A crash took place and my wife needed blood,
But what pulsed through my veins, was as good to her as mud.
I should’ve helped, but I was tied, I tried
And tried but the doctor wouldn’t abide, told me
“U have aids sir, u can only bring her more harm”,
She was my wife and I was useless, aids put on the calm,
Before the storm, I heard my wife scream her final scream,
It droned on like when a kettle releases its steam,
Now I too want to die, not get cured by alcheme.
Because my life is on a downwards bend,
Truly, I am approaching my own dead end.
1 month later he died, Life’s dead end is death.
