Give me the cancer
I'd rather taste death
The efficacy of attrition

Such a success, regardless of intent
These words are all that's left
Of things I can't forget

In function they fail
Momentarily fulfilled
A tumor on the hole

They were trying to close
A fuel to feed the hunger
A rusted tool seeds the harvest

Weight hindering limbs
If the key could be found
Leaving burden behind

Ball and chain sustained
Acid eat skin,
Soul vulnerable