There's a growing cancer within my chest
A fatal disease infiltrates my blood
In a constant state of rancid unrest
My body rejects any hope for reprieve
Defenseless and cornered behind my closed door
This lump in my chest steals my strength to live
I sit shivering and vomiting upon a cold floor
Losing parts of my soul I will never retrieve
There is no ribbon created in rememberance or cure
And no one can promote awareness for this cause
But the inevitable deterioration of self and soul
Eventually brings attention to this tragic loss
Death is no pardon for enduring such pain;
Life without you is just death in refrain
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