TERMINAL
They've lost all hope and-gained despair;
There's nothing left without repair;
They keep on thinking its not fair,
That they must die so young.
Their body ridden with diseases,
Their mind is riddled with displease;
Their soul is longing for release,
If only they could die.
Their family members hide their tears;
No one talks about their fears;
There is no hope for future years,
Just memories of the past.
Soon it'll be their time to die;
Freedom from their living lie:
Life will soon pass them by,
And finally give them peace.