Sitting benieth the scorched ashen trees
Upon what used to be but isnt
Captivated by all my fears
Burning from my Toxic Tears
...
A Deadly Game Of Tag
Silently, without a sound
it made it's way in
rounding every corner
leaving behind it's firey path
more and more
as time went on
the fire grew
though yet no signs
the search went on
days
weeks
months
passing by
nothing
until that very day
the search had ended
huntee became hunted
it was then the attacker
struck
quiet as a mouse
though quiet it was
it was enough to bring notice
caught, knowing it had to act fast
if it were to fullfill it's task
all that could be done was tried
but failed the prey did so
a chase now complete
the cat had gotten his mouse..
and the cancer...
had it's victory.