Pale blue marbled wallpaper
under garish white fluorescent lights
hear labor yells
and babies' cries
do they all feel the fear in here
one last push, one final shove
a worried doctor cuts the cord
his downturned eyes
defeated sighs
betray that her condition's
Terminal
CHORUS
The final act is
lurking at the
edge of her
consciousness
Terminal
Ever dwelling
on the end
she's never lived
V2
a lifetime fighting off her fate's
ever more painful to endure
while she despairs
the years go by
they're racing quickly past her now
every day there's one more pill
poison injections, surgeries
and countless creams
despite her dreams
there's still no cure, condition
terminal
CHORUS
BRIDGE
and there will be no support groups
no make a wish for her
and the words of her epitaph will read
she was terminal from birth
CHORUS
CHORUS
-Portia 2004
