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My eyeball wanders, captures the corners
for it can't stay fixed
on the dread
A man so strong, or boy
more suitable
Lays stripped on his death-bed
The constant beeps
and flow of chemicals
They say "to fight the cells"
A boy you can't judge,
no evil to speak
Lays doped and
forced through hell
His humour remains
when his eyes aren't so glazed
My words struggle
to be said
Many can't come
and I understand but
importance hangs on a thread
The fear grows strong
for him and all
We embrace and share our tears
Fate is lingering,
haunting the silence
Ready to swallow
the years
In my careless absence
the reaping was done
A part of me left with you
A death blow phonecall,
no right way to say it
Thoughts so heavy
So true
So proud of the strength
He knew his outcome,
yet faced it with courage and gut
I envy the boy,
my friend, inspiration
I hope to see soon
When I cut
for it can't stay fixed
on the dread
A man so strong, or boy
more suitable
Lays stripped on his death-bed
The constant beeps
and flow of chemicals
They say "to fight the cells"
A boy you can't judge,
no evil to speak
Lays doped and
forced through hell
His humour remains
when his eyes aren't so glazed
My words struggle
to be said
Many can't come
and I understand but
importance hangs on a thread
The fear grows strong
for him and all
We embrace and share our tears
Fate is lingering,
haunting the silence
Ready to swallow
the years
In my careless absence
the reaping was done
A part of me left with you
A death blow phonecall,
no right way to say it
Thoughts so heavy
So true
So proud of the strength
He knew his outcome,
yet faced it with courage and gut
I envy the boy,
my friend, inspiration
I hope to see soon
When I cut
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