Terminal

by Noise Pollution

I watched your house catch fire
It was something I wished that I could do
I saw a life inspired
entirely by the absence of you
I started sipping at a vial
of poison I could spit back out at you
but I haven’t seen you in a while
the venom’s started to sink through
and there’s a scratching at my throat
these vile words and bitter truths
I started coughing and I know
this is a sickness born from you

this growth is filled with cancer
carried on my blood cells
I asked you for an answer
you said you couldn’t tell.

I grow ever weary
I step closer to hell
I wanted to be happy
I guess you couldn’t tell.

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