Tuesday, November 29, 2005

My Cancer is not Physical

All the countless times I've tried
To will out the sickness
Beat out the illness
That has plagued me
The blood of unforgetfulness
Keeps pounding against my skull
The screams of the orchestra
And whines of voices swirl endlessly
Sweet dreams but hold tight
Sweeter screams tears the grip
Bled out to purge myself of this
I am host to this parasite
A disease to me; to others surrounding
My cancer is not physical but eats away at me still
You might have been the antidote
But slipped away

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