Tears from eyes, cloudy as the skies, hit the ground like rain, just another sign of my pain.
Broken smile on my face, my cover for every new day I face, torn, broken and hollow , just another sign of my sorrow.
Heart pounding with no peace, lips yearning for one last kiss, lost in thoughts deeper than a lake, just another sign of my hearts ache.
Voices speak in hushed tones, body left with nothing but bones, I move about unable to walk with ease, that’s the last sign from my disease . . .