Cavern's Dark

The cancer eats you

Tearing up and trimming the brush beside your bed

And now your body's cold

Settling for sympathy and carrying the weight

But it's not that simple

I'm not the first of your kind

But I won't be the last to say you were right and I should have known

But no remorse

I am a martyr's son

A northern star, a perfect stone

Ripping out the stains from my clothes

A cavern's end, the lamps are out

I feel you in the dark and I am found