#BedroomConfessions

Fuck Cancer

Dressed in brown trench coat and leather shoes, I go by the name Azrael

I cruise house by house, by bars or clubs, hospitals as well

I listen to curses and laugh at wishes

I reach out to people and who ever that reaches

Tonight I sat on a couch watching over, waiting

To a woman to her father is singing

'It's almost time.' I cleared my throat and reminded

'Just a little more.' with all her heart she pleaded

I don't usually wait or sit around and sleep

But her prayers to my stone heart weeps

I gave her two or three or four

When her eyes tear up once more

'Live and let die.'

'That's the biggest human lie.', 'Couldn't you just take me?'

'That's not how it works honey.'

'What would I be without him?'

'A full life ahead far from grim.', 'This is it Althea, let him go.'

'I can't and you'll never know - -'

'I know exactly how it feels, I know it almost kills.'

'But this is life, and I am death.', 'Can't stay long or I'll be a threat.'

Finally that night she weeps a hopeless plea

One last time as I set her father free