Grey...cold Morning Air Makes It Hard To Breathe.

Worlds...The Sky Wears A Somber Smile Today. Clouds Shift Across The

Horizon, Something Feels Strange About This Day, My Chest Is Heavy And The

Sky Is Falling Uncertainty Looms In My World Of Grey. I Have An Appointment

With Death, Doctors Give Me Eighteen Months To Live. Why? Oh God Why? Have

You Not Already Taken Everything From Me? I Have An Appointment With Death,

Doctors Give Me Eighteen Months To Live.