Im counting down the ways to go
Days until my mental mess ups will rob my youth
Without permission it took my hair
It took my future
It is taking ME away from my family
But cancer cant give anything back
My bone frame and withering marrow
Causing me to be a flower that refuses to grow
I'm stuck in an underland of sterile sheets and life monitors
On repeat...
Until a day comes by when the sun hadn't yet arose
And the failing use of my heart leaps while it tries to restart
The watchdog that kept tabs on my life starts to screech
Nurses rush in and attempt CPR
Punching their way to my receding heart
When i was alive
The most sad thing i encountered was the fact that ice cream was bottemless
That was when i realized there was nothing they could do
Ice Cream cant save lives !
Yet the nurses had the audacity to ask  "One more ?"
Arsenals of shots and tests
For nothing
Terminal cancer is a hateful coward