Cancer.

Dedicated to
My Father. Like Father, Like Son<3
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It’s four in the morning,

My heart is on fire.

There’s a bomb in me but,

I can’t cut the wire.

It’s ticking and it’s loud,
trying to explode.

I need to get it out,

But don’t know the code.

My heart can’t help but burn,

Inside the fire pain.

I think of a small prayer,

But it’s all in vain.

It’s now five in the morning,

My body is all but dust.

If everything was well then,

Whom am I left to trust?

Reality makes no sense,

As the pain makes me numb.

There isn’t much left of me,

Besides this new poem.

The bomb is set to implode,

At any fucking moment.

Not ready for it to take me,

Not ready for judgment.

It’s six in the morning now,

My heart is still on fire.

There’s a bomb inside me but,

I can’t cut the damn wire.

It’s ticking and it’s quiet,

All set up, ready to blow.

It’s ticking and it’s loud,

Get ready for the show.

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