the shrink asked me "how you imagine your death?",
peaces thrown away at the wall while my tears,
my tears braking and falling on my old rusted floor,
just underneath my feet, cuts and bruises and fresh blood
blood filling the room up to the top, i cant breath
i swimming to the window to break free
but the glass isn't braking like me
the silence inside of me, the serenity
the calmness before the death and the end of me

"how that can be ?" i asked my shrink in silent voice
and he told me that I'm insane, because all of the pain
he told me that i made my life this way, so Grey
and Serge isn't my real name, my real name is Cancer
and my body is a waist of space, just an empty soul
so how it could be, the ink on my skin, the stories
its telling me other things about me and my self
all the pain the drugs and the sex, the Joey in life
all the abuse and my self destruction,something wrong

"who am i ?" i asked the shrink, he smiled
and he told me, your just the aftermath
the aftermath of the peaces that was left to pick up
your the pain that survived after the human kind,
your the first and the last, you are the alive enigma
you are the last human emotion that can't die
you are hope, you are our hope for the cure.

"what cure?" i asked the shrink
a cure for aids,you are the first one
you are ground zero, the disease
you are the curse and the cure of our creation
you are the Weapon of mass destruction
that was developed in area 51, USA
you are the Weapon of mass destruction