I wrote this after thinking about how I smoke but basically don't care if I get cancer. A slow, pointless suicide. Weird thought.
May 25, 2009 - Monday
Fight the cure
Form the cancer. Breathe in the death. Kill what wasn't there when I needed to rest.
Sell what's yours. Give it away. Fearing the end. So far or maybe near.
Dreaming the horror that's so easy to hear.
Believe what you will. Fill in the holes. Keep up the lie of these unintended roles.
Search for the cause. Look for the reason.
Intending to cure what increases the lesion.
Continue to hurt. Losing what's right. Seeming too hard to keep up the fight.
Remember the past. Never forgotten. A newcomer for the land of the dead and rotten.
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