Reach your arms out
and hold me down,
don't let me ascend,
pull me back, to the ground,
clouded skies of slate
please pass me by, deny my fate,
radiation leading to the decayed.

Hear my pleading call,
wipe away the tears,
that fall into a pool
enveloping me as I drown,
lost within my screams,
I really don't want to leave.

Hooked to tubes that feed
repulsive toxins, being freed,
assaulting this disease
destroying my now fragile body,
nausea followed by nose bleeds,
looming, overwhelming adversity,
clouded skies of slate
hanging over, attending me.

Don't let my children see
the fear intensifying inside of me,
build up my crumbling strength,
I beg that some part of me remains,
rather than clouded skies of slate,
broken will, I feel so drained
under the clouded skies of slate.