No Cure for Cancer
I am cancer. I am that tiny fragment of coding that doesn't belong. I will replicate and rebuild without ever intending it. The pieces of me that resemble normalcy is a mirage and I got inside your thoughts as easily as I entered past your first line to the marrow where we all began. Toxicity. Tragedy to follow and I can't stop. Everything turns to shit. Every intention, every promise, every word is a technique. So damaged and soon you will be too. The world won't know what hit em until its too late. Every soul will wave and ache with shame and pain as I penetrate the purity and fuck it all up. A cycle lives on in me and as I pursue eudaimonia, with syzygy effect, a trail of bodies leave the trace of my comings and I push forth towards new souls and new stains. I want to be free from my catastrophic parameter of poison. I want to be fixed from my fear of failure. I want nothing more than to be normal. I'd ask God to take away my gifts and allow me the process of well ...