Bad to Worse

It always hurts when things go from bad to worse
When you receive that kiss of death, that fateful curse.
This kiss doesn't actually kill you, nor does it maim you, it just rips your mind apart
When you have no idea what to do anymore, when the glue is undone
You always end up getting burned, its you that is at fault.
Then you don't know if you should run, or charge at this thing headfirst
Your thoughts descend into madness, because of to much jumbled thoughts
There never is a good ending from this, the only hope you have
Is just to hold on and hope that fate makes you suffer just a small amount.