It lasted but a moment,
least that's how it seems.
Like one of those quick,
fast thought out dreams.
I knew that it was,
too good to be true,
for that's just my luck,
simply far and few.
So now I hurt once more.
I fight, it seems, in vain.
I find this so damn cruel,
so vicious and in-humane.
Its times exactly like this
that I just want to quit.
I want to be set free
of this pain that's infinate.
My disease seems to have,
the mighty upper-hand.
It has me completely,
under its command.
It toyed with me, played cat and mouse,
it lead me to really believe,
that it was finally granting
a much deserved and needed reprieve.
But it only dangled it tauntingly
then pulled it fast away,
in just another morose act
of this game it likes to play.
I am but a pawn,
that it must navigate.
It has me well cornered,
Lupus wins...checkmate...