Machiavellian Cells

Machiavellian cells forming

They want to kill me

Fluorescent lighting

Orange bottles are all I see

I'll be fine

I'll be gone

They'll hate the tumor in my spine

I hope my memory lives on

My spot at the dinner table now the babies

The need to start over

I wasnt good enough too live on as a lady

The morning after I died they felt a hangover

Machiavellian cells forming

Cancers swarming