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The cloak

The words he spoke made me choke, I don't wanna croak, not under the cancer cloak,

My eyes they streamed, waters of dreams and sun beams but I know what it all means,

It's not a day out or a way out not even when I scream and shout,

My ears hear fears, stupid words and things obsurd, I can't be a chancer, not with cancer, im not gonna be a dancer,

In heaven or hell, I don't wanna dwell.on the ledge of diseases,

I will fight day and night, I'll put it right, it's within my sight, it is my rite,

Rewind a day behind, I was in sane mind, but now I'm one of the special kind,

Can you hear me breath in every sin, they come knocking coz im a locking out death,

He can wait for a date with me or your mate,

I'm no longer dreaming this feeling, the burnin the churning my body is yearning and turning,

Give me pills, no frills, chase them angels of me window sills,

Lights getting dimmer, my breathing getting thinner, but I still want to eat the medicine dinner,

Family all gathered round my body looking tattered there all so worn and all so shattered,

I'm to tied up and to wired up to give them kind words, of hope, I, they can't cope, it's not a soap,

This is life and death in a breath as I choke under the cloak, that dreaded cancer cloak. 

◄ The Beehive

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