there is a form of low life
not living, breathing life,
as us,
but a life that is always
scavenging to live
desperate to kill
anxious to infect
inside any human that strays in its path
because it knows nothing else
all it is, is a death machine
trained to spray its venom at any given moment
we study and try to learn
ways to kill this infectious disease,
but we cannot rid ourselves of it
no matter how we try, or what we try
we may buy time, but
all we can do is watch, as it slowly initiates its beacon to attack our
systems
bodies
and our skin
as it spreads,
we become weaker
we cannot suck the poison out,
instead we absorb it
this form of low life,
is called cancer