Benediction Negative Growth
Benign, the human form Malignancy disease Metastasis major cause Migration of the beast Tumour Invasion Into the strem Disturbed balance of life Trigger wound response And await to die Outright attack Prognosis made And the growth will spread As cells break away Blistering assault on pure Gnawing into cells Slow disease, yet so demure Struggling you ail Insidious disease Evicts me from my life Disfiguring, absurd The inner parasite Soul destroying, my skin crawls Unseen, my body fights a war Dig deep the healthy flesh My miserable remnant Ruined by this ruthless waste Paying my penance Reproduce so disorderly Through bloodstream malignance flows Detected early, a surgical cure Perchance a growth in the bones Blistering assault on pure Gnawing into cells Slow demise, and so demure Listen, funeral bells
