Lyrics
“Cancer The Shadow in the Dark”
(Verse 1) A single cell, a traitor’s spark, Ignites a shadow in the dark. A wisp of smoke, a genetic flaw, A seed is planted, against all law. It settles in, a quiet guest, Inside the fortress of the chest. It asks for nothing, makes no sound, Just takes its root in sacred ground.
(Chorus) Oh, the shadow in the dark, The final foe, the traitor’s mark. It grows in silence, slow and deep, A promise that it cannot keep. The silent thief, the cruelest cost, Until the light itself is lost.
(Verse 2) It builds a nodule, then a mass, And lets the healthy minutes pass. The scaffolding of breath it grips, And from the airway, substance strips. It burrows in, a thing unnamed, A blackened furnace, stoked and flamed. The cough arrives, a hollow guest, A rusty stain, a painful chest.
(Chorus) Oh, the shadow in the dark, The final foe, the traitor’s mark. It grows in silence, slow and deep, A promise that it cannot keep. The silent thief, the cruelest cost, Until the light itself is lost.
(Bridge) The breath grows shallow, air too thin, A wheezing where the breeze had been. It hungers, and it wants to roam, Beyond its parenchymal home. It breaks the wall, it rides the blood, A traveling, malignant flood. To distant organs, bone and brain, It brings its dark, insidious reign.
(Chorus) Oh, the shadow in the dark, The final foe, the traitor’s mark. It grows in silence, slow and deep, A promise that it cannot keep. The silent thief, the cruelest cost, Until the light itself is lost.
(Outro) A shadow born of whispered lies, It steals the light from loving eyes. A single cell, a fatal start, That slowly breaks a beating heart.
Poem
Cancer The Shadow in the Dark
A single cell, a traitor’s spark,
Ignites a shadow in the dark.
A wisp of smoke, a genetic flaw,
A seed is planted, against all law.
It settles in, a quiet guest,
Within the fortress of the chest.
It asks for nothing, makes no sound,
Just takes its root in sacred ground.
It divides in silence, slow and deep,
While all the body is asleep.
It builds a nodule, then a mass,
And lets the healthy minutes pass.
The scaffolding of breath it grips,
And from the airway, substance strips.
It burrows in, a thing unnamed,
A blackened furnace, stoked and flamed.
The cough arrives, a hollow guest,
A rusty stain, a painful chest.
The breath grows shallow, air too thin,
A wheezing where the breeze had been.
It hungers.
Now it wants to roam,
Beyond its parenchymal home.
It breaks the wall, it rides the blood,
A traveling, malignant flood.
To distant organs, bone and brain,
It brings its dark, insidious reign.
Until the host, a fragile shell,
Is trapped inside a living hell.
A shadow born of whispered lies,
It steals the light from loving eyes.
The silent thief, the final foe,
That from a single error, grow.