Hernia

I was too scared to react.

Hernia. It sounded like a fancy name
For another death bite.
Hernia. It sounded like an acid flame
To your chest.
Hernia. It sounded like a name for
the wicked witch in her castle.
Hernia. It sounded like a very fancy food-
The prisoners final meal.
Hernia. It was a venomous smirk
from that girl you hate.
Hernia. It is that bitter, acidic taste
that comes up your throat. Bile.
Hernia. It is a flowery, beautiful name
For pain and suffering.

I was too proud to stop.

I guess it runs in the blood.
I was only trying to help...
I read up on it you know.
I couldnt move for a while after.

I tried to take your cross
But failed to take my own
Can I be blamed for love?
I guess I lost again

I tried to take your cross
I carried all I could
But did you know that now
It spread to me, too?

I was too thoughtless to think.

Because sitting here in this white room,
I think of you
In every move of my fading conciousness,
I think of you
I'm sorry I couldnt have been better,
You're on my lasting thoughts.
The anesthesia is taking over
But here I am, in the hospital room
Having the same operation as you.




Daddy, I'm sorry.