Illness
Sickness
Disease
Lets not sugarcoat the truth

Curse
Life Ruiner
Murderer
That is more like it

Cancer had found it's way
and planted a home
Right. In. My. Mothers. Throat.

Putting a hold on her life
on my fathers
my grandmothers
my brothers
mine.

Now out of her throat
and out of her life
she struggles with recovery
and is left to pick up the pieces
this heartless, cruel, monster
has left behind.

Cancer had finally found a new home
my home

Because even when it is gone..
It is never really gone.

She spreads strawberry jam
In the palm of her hand
Adding flavor to her handshakes

Sips life through a straw
Taking it slow
Enjoying the taste of each new day

She wears vintage clothes
Because everyone knows
The past holds hidden treasures

Along with rose colored shades
To help her stay
In the frame of mind that nothing much matters

Drown yourself in the sound of music
Feel your heartbeat slow down
Hear that faint sound of the mess that you were in
Let it all go, lover
Feel swept off your feet this moment.

Lose yourself in the ocean of silence
Let your eyes do all the talking
Creativity takes infinite courage
To forsake the voices of environment
Let it all go, dreamer
Feel free to shed behind your fears.

Discover yourself wandering in the forest of the unknown
Let the music heal your wounds
Keep walking till something makes you stop
**** out of it the pleasure
Let it all go, discoverer
Feel the music running beneath your skin.