Apocalyptic destruction, skin hanging onto bones by the veins,
Hopeless emotions, radioactive tears as it rains.
A nuclear wasteland of pain with the heartache of lives lost,
A *sigh; cough* reminder of the souls resting in the sky's loft.
The saddest part is reminiscing on actions from back in the day,
Knowing the impact it could have and the fact they could slay.
I should have seen the signs with such a foreboding display,
Watching the beauty God created simply corroding away!
I use to rock out in the shower at the top of my lungs,
Now I'm barely able to speak getting bathed with a sponge.
"I fuckin hate it! I'm done!
I mutter as I wait for my tongue
To catch up with my mind as its delaying the "fun!"
Everybody around me has something to say,
Guilt ridden; I'm apathetic to nothing these days.
I listen without voice and it sounds so cliche
That my heart breaks for every one of these "soon to be graves."
Families crushed under the weight of dying declarations of love
That the dead had never shown until fear of bodily separation and hugs.
My own kids see me as a man thats nothing but stupid an broken
I just wish they could feel the love that can no longer be spoken.
I spent most of my life drinking and constantly smoking
Yet I ignored it all and considered doctors warnings as "joking."
Now I've been mad at the world since my own diagnosis
And I know its my fault that my future seems hopeless
But I pray to God every night wishing that he would answer more,
Because there's no time to hate when you're stuck living in a cancer ward.
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