Hateful words and experiences,
dead eyes that cannot see,
rotting gray matter kills my senses,
I stand in the dark and scream,
my chest is empty,
I try to inhale,
the fire that burns my cancer away,
my bones weak and thin,
my skin so dry it peels back my soul,
my child cries again,
I am nothing like my father said,
the truths and lies he told,
of one day a happy ending,
to sleep in a bed so cold,
my mother regards me as a child scorned,
and yet she holds no love,
for the child that was is now a man,
whose spirit is grown so old.
