Perished in Torment

Found it too late they say, and we are done
Never thought this could happen to me
It’s amazing how the flesh will wither away
Thanks to the chemotherapy
Diagnosed as an inoperable
Morphine is the last comfort
Tired of the endless examinations
Sentenced in life support
Get it off me, die! Die!
Not a part of me, Why? Why?
This is how — I die!
Perished in torment
What else is there than these white walls
And the nauseating chessboard floor
All these blank faces roam in the halls
Never getting out of the door
Some may be successfully operated
Through nasal cavity
Some require opening of the skull
Or stereotactic surgery
I’ll see you in hell
Found it too late they say, and we are done
Never thought this could happen to me
It’s amazing how the flesh will wither away
Thanks to the chemotherapy
Some may be successfully operated
Through nasal cavity
Some require opening of the skull
Or stereotactic surgery