Disclaimer: Mighty Ducks aren't my property. Faith and co are. Lightening is owned by Sydney Stephens and used with permission and love. This poem was 'written' by Wing around the time he was getting out of Sunny View Asylum. Uh...right....

Sick of you,

Sick of me

Tired of running

tired of hiding

keep on searching the shadows

trying to remember your loving embrace

Can't help hating you

Can't help loving you

So fucking tired of the rat race,

same thing every day and every night

Nothing I do now can mimic what you do for me

No matter how hard I try you won't fade from memory

I'm wanting to much from you

I'm not asking for enough

No one knows you like I do

No one will love you like I do.

But I don't matter,

Nothing really matters to you anymore.

Fuck everything that walks,

Kiss the sky and let it kill you slowly

Let Fate show you her cruel sense of humor

Let me move on with my life like you have yours

Don't keep reminding me with hollow promises of Love

My sickness is rising,

bile biting my teeth

my senses are flowing

telling me what your eyes have said all along.

Cold eyes during hot nights,

Cold hands amist warm insides

Bite my skin, make it bleed

everything you adore is there

flowing down my neck.

(down my neck into my dreams)

Drink like you always do,

Die like you wish I would.

My soul is immortal

like the sickness that consumes me

You can't kill what you've created

And I can't escape your cruelty.

We do this dance every turn of the dial,

When will it end?

My sickness is rising

Blood staining my teeth

my senses are screaming

telling me what I've always known

Cold lips kissing a warm neck

china nails tracing patterns in pink skin

The sickness is rising

best tell them I've died