I was kicked off of the track team, I never learned to run

Somehow by walking slowly, I caught up to anyone

Oozing intimidation, I personified fear

Lately I’ve been slowing down with walkers and electric wheel chairs

So there I was, incontinence and gloom

I can’t remember the way back to my room

Diagnosed with psychosis and organ cirrhosis

I’m only coughing phlegm when I used to breathe doom

There’s no lotion in the basket, I used it on my skin

To try to fix these liver spots; I outgrew my skin suits again

The freezer’s gone empty, I can’t do the chainsaw dance

The family’s getting hungrier, and today’s youths don’t drive vans

My fangs have gotten brittle, I can’t turn into a bat

Had to buy a larger cape, to cover my hunching back

I once knew how to hypnotize, now I have my doubts

Afraid to sleep with the coffin shut, I might not make it out

I’ve grown deaf, with cataracts the full moon’s not so bright

No one hears my hoarse yelps when I try to howl at night

It’s hard to kill anything but time at this antiquated age

My bowels always giving me fits, too tired for fits of rage

I used to fill your dreams

Nightmares on the silver screen

Now I am lucky to get a pity scream

I can’t give it up

This is all I am

The downside of eternal life, the aging of the damned