6 September 2012

This is me, skeletal A bag of bones and skin Lying in this hospice bed My face puckered and thin

Day by day I wheeze and choke Lungs shudder with each breath As cancer cells swarm inside I'm closer to my death

Painful memories reside Of that first cigarette Just one drag and I was hooked To something I'd regret

Coughs wrack me up and cause My speech to turn into a mime Too young to die, yet here, alone I gasp for one last time.

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