The toxicity within me is flowing out. What I have once painted with my Ink is now an unattainable blank canvas of disappointments. The cancer is turning me into a dog with it's leash out. I don't want to be a dog.

like the machines of an old factory left to rust away from the collective mind. The cancer turns everything upside down, the order within me has been broken. I don't feel, I don't act, I don't react. I only witness. My flesh now shines brightly with scintillating particles of a rotting dark.

thx thx