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Sick
Carnivorous fangs line blackened gums
Veins run like blue racetracks on almost deceased flesh
Cancerous tumors eat away gray, wrinkled brain matter
And lung shacking coughs make it feel like you've let out the last breath in a seizuring body
You're losing more hair everyday
Collar bones and ribs stick out like burnt twigs on a tree
Hip bones make crooked and curved smiles just under your skin
Surgical scars and IV fluids
Bio-hazardous waste bins eat bloody latex gloves
You're prepped for surguary
Nurses prick you with needles full of drugs
They give you white painted smiles and say
"This won't hurt a bit"
But you stare emotionless at the ceiling
The whites in your eyes turned a milky cream
What once were emeralds in your eyes are now dusty antique jewelry
Old, withered, fading with age
Pupils are dilated
The plot of land is read for your name
And your tombstone with crumble with the rest
Your family lies next to your hospital bed and pray
But you have already seen God
And he doesn't even hear the pleas
You want to tell them it's useless
Just pull the fucking plug
But your dry mouth won't let the words escape your bitter lips
All you do is shut your eyes
Sleep kills cancer
Veins run like blue racetracks on almost deceased flesh
Cancerous tumors eat away gray, wrinkled brain matter
And lung shacking coughs make it feel like you've let out the last breath in a seizuring body
You're losing more hair everyday
Collar bones and ribs stick out like burnt twigs on a tree
Hip bones make crooked and curved smiles just under your skin
Surgical scars and IV fluids
Bio-hazardous waste bins eat bloody latex gloves
You're prepped for surguary
Nurses prick you with needles full of drugs
They give you white painted smiles and say
"This won't hurt a bit"
But you stare emotionless at the ceiling
The whites in your eyes turned a milky cream
What once were emeralds in your eyes are now dusty antique jewelry
Old, withered, fading with age
Pupils are dilated
The plot of land is read for your name
And your tombstone with crumble with the rest
Your family lies next to your hospital bed and pray
But you have already seen God
And he doesn't even hear the pleas
You want to tell them it's useless
Just pull the fucking plug
But your dry mouth won't let the words escape your bitter lips
All you do is shut your eyes
Sleep kills cancer
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