#1
I orginally wrote this as a poem, it's about an uncle I had who died of cancer.


Although I barely knew him,
I knew of his huge heart
The cancer, unexpected,
Tore our lives apart

The Family saw him weekly,
I only saw him once
His skin as pale as the whitest ghosts,
He'd been sick for months

Four days later he was gone,
December twenty-third
The air I breathed in choked me,
No one spoke a word

The service lasted hours,
I paid my final dues
Didn't know how short life was,
Until I learned from you

The life gone from the body,
His soul's in a better place
I wish I'd took the time to read
The features of his face

Now it's two years later
Yet I still can see
All the aspects of my life
A bit more differently
#2
Please read the FAQ regarding titles (found with the announcement at the top of this forum) The repost this please.
Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.