lord, be merciful and rid her of all the pain. the painstaking breaths, the liveless expression. the wrinkles lying visibly upon her flawed pale skin. i just couldnt take an extra sight of it.


call me heartless. call me evil. but i just know she wont last thru the night. its insanely impossible. i saw her son with his hands clenching tight onto hers with tears streaming down his face. the desperate attempts of them trying to keep her awake.

and it striked me. i certainly dont want the same scenario happening to me for its seriously too big a blow to take. now you know the amount of angst i have inside of me. cancer. cancer. cancer.

there's so much i want to say yet words arent capable of penning my thoughts in black and white. and theres so much i need to know. if it does help, rid me and rid all their sufferings.


sins. retributions. hatred. vengence. just what are they?