A stark contrast to bleakly view

Monochromic ways

Fecund creeping ulcerate

Cancer feeds on me

Begin my solstice, forth of twelve

Terminal complaint

Footprints in the sands of time

Now slowly blown away

Divine message time has come

Lesser men are crushed

To die an ordered death I'll not

In god I have no trust

Pure of mind the body rots

Internal self decay

Carcinoma Angel smiles

A vision that which slays

No new worlds to conquer - now I am enslaved

My inner conflict - to break from these chains

Break the chains - Break the chains

Spread your wings and fly.........

In a thousand shapes and guises

Carcinoma Angels all

Through a self-induced remission

Carcinoma Angels fall

In sanatorium hear me shout

Inside my body, I cannot get out