Dishevelled hopes crowd my once innocuous chamber.
Once a safe haven, now a cell of unintentional lies, and battered wises.
Many pray for a cure, I pray for them.
The shadows would be left in solitude while I pass to my maker.
A pure smile used to hide the pain and sorrow,j half hearted.
now all they see are discoloured teeth, chapped lips – a smile faded and fake.
Some say there is beauty in dying – but as I lay on my death bed
both hairless and breathless – how can their be beauty in this.
The funeral is set – red, purple and black,
the hearse will take me to my resting place – no open coffin for me, please.
Mutated cells lead to church bells and last minute Goodbyes,
stay strong to all my shadows, I love you - for this is to be mine.
[With thanks to Mike Rollain ... Also inspired by 'Cancer' By My Chemical Romance