Malignance, what a word for murderous - annual death rates assured
I speak the curse by its wretched name - squamous cell carcinoma
The gradual fall into the abyss, nears the impact
Astonishing how months accelerates, into mere seconds
On and on the curse mutilates
Desecrating her body, devouring the hope
The precipitous fall into the abyss, I brace for impact
Dismissing death for as viably long, it shows its face again
Torturing her remaining shell
Sanguinary pools, pus and blood drool
You’re bleeding from your pretty smile
The deepest crimson staining your face
I wash the blood and call the doctor
She tells me euthanasia time has come
The realization shocks my core
Time to prepare – wasn’t enough
Time to prepare – never enough
I shudder at the finality of tomorrow
A dozen years laid to rest
I shudder again, a dozen years in the past
I know that you’re leaving
I can’t fix you, I know
And I know that you’re leaving
It’s coming tomorrow, coming tomorrow – I spoke
I throw away the bloodstained rags
And wait for morning to come
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