I'm cancer to the core
with insects in my brain
and metal in my mouth.
fiery fingers of sweat crawl down my neck
and I can't still be breathing
because the walls are closing in
and the sleepless shadows surround me
clawing at my memories and feeding on my fear
until I'm black and blue with defiance
until my eyes are blind and my heart is frozen
until my solitude silently suffocates me

death is only wishful thinking