That suffering was fact
Cold, stabbing aches
Constant sleep from doses of caplet chemicals
Psychologically tormented by a lab coat's words
"Make arrangements"
How do you prepare?
What do you share?
How do live from that point forth knowing what you now know?
Ninety days he gave you?
Not a chance to save you.
And when I selfishly decided it was the right time to call
Your ninety days became sixty
And I picked up the receiver on the sixty-first.
Add one more to my list of regrets.
Selfish bastard.
"What do I say?"
"How do I say it?"
"How do I not mention what he has recently heard?"
Doesn't matter now does it?
It's too late.
Rest in peace and without pain.
You're suffering is over.
Somehow I will deal with mine.
