She Was a Happy Corpse.

A camera flashes a bright, light of agony.
We'll smile for a while, then we're back to frowning.
Sun bounces off her bare head;
the color of the trees used to be in her eyes.

She was so pretty, but she has died.

I watch her bones rub against her thin skin,
it sickens me to see her rotting from within.
She can't even lift her eyelids;
the ones that are hiding her dying soul.

She was so young, now she is old.

They say six months, well it's been seven.
They say "they must be making room for her in heaven."
And I say "God, is just taking a piss on mankind.
I'm not going to wait for her to die."

I touch her hand; it's cold.

It's a cloudy day, I'm taking her out in the rain.
She's twirling around as the world decays.
She isn't leaving with the taste of hospital heat.
I remind myself of what she last saw;
as she falls to my father's feet.

And she was still smiling at me.

-*-We just recently found out that my mum may have cancer. It's nothing as serious as this, I just wanted to put myself in the shoes of the many who have lost loved ones to this disease. We'll get results on Saturday and hope to Buddha it isn't what we think it is.