Sick
An illness
Inherited
From his side
Passed down
Unto me
A cancer
I couldn't hide
Sick
Nor could he
Until the day
It set him free
Finally
Leaving me
Sick
My confession
I was happy
When he died
But if I said
I hated him
Honestly,
I lied
Sick
His fare thee well
Hasn't faired me well
Only left me
Sick
His cancer
Straight from hell
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
Sick
An illness
Inherited
From his side
Passed down
Unto me
A cancer
I couldn't hide
Sick
Nor could he
Until the day
It set him free
Finally
Leaving me
Sick
My confession
I was happy
When he died
But if I said
I hated him
Honestly,
I lied
Sick
His fare thee well
Hasn't faired me well
Only left me
Sick
His cancer
Straight from hell
