Cancer

Death is sitting on my doorstep
reaching out His hand
telling me it's time
to leave this tainted land

Cancer doesn't care
of your age, race, or fate
One minute too early
Has become a year too late

The tragic irony
of a love lost but found
Has come too late
They're fit to place me in the ground

Toxic sludge is drowning me
I'm suffocating with no air
And yet I do not fight it
I'm too dead to care

I take His hand, embrace my fate
and solemnly walk away
with no hope for the life I wanted
No sunlight to guide my way