The smoke, it licks
and tastes the moment,
and leaves me stranded
and stuck, and I know it.

i stand outside the house
outside my life and I see,
the wasted thoughts and memories.

The smoke, it licks
and the roofs and windowpanes
until it has a grip
and rips all apart, the windowpanes.

I stand there helpless,
the doctors can’t stop the burning.
the monster from the sky
keeps the destruction burning.

Oh father, oh god-
why fore have you brought this deseret
to the center of my abdomen
where, now, no life exists.

I stand outside, the house
oustide my life and I see
the wasted thoughts and the memories.

Cancer: A killer born of me
won’t listen to my mind
and set me free.

Outside my life and my memories
sits cancer and its cold black eyes.
I hear its sighs and its leafless trees-
oh cancer, let me and my loved ones be.