I’m cancer, can’t you realize this?
        Toxic and out of control.
You don’t need me, you’ll need chemotherapy.
        Why don’t you run?
                You need to run.

Those innocent glassy eyes
Staring in my direction with anticipation.
        Why me?
I’m ugly on the inside.
        Black with decay, and broken dishes.
I’m despicable and disastrous.

You have nothing to gain from me
        But everything to lose.
I will sink my teeth into your heart
        only to heal my own
                leaving you brittle and broken.

Why won’t you head my warning?
I’m a giant caution sign, but here you sit.
        You must want to be abused and dismantled.
                Do you think you will enjoy this brand of torture?

Do you think there is something deeper?
                                                        T­heres not.
I’m cancer.
        I’m hate.
                I’m full of black decay.
                        I’m ugly when you crack me open.
That’s all I’ll ever be.