

Strange Cancer I sit on strange swings, and I drink my medicine from headphonesStrange Cancer by ~ViciousZen
While cancer creeps through the grass beneath my feet
It makes me sick, and I almost choke on my own blood
Im not healthy, no doctor needs to tell me
I break fewer possessions, than I do sentences
Holding jagged, shattered words to your throat like its a bar fight
I dont call it a discussion, its more like a hostage situation
I need to negotiate with myself, But I wont
I dont talk to myself, because Im not fucking crazy!
I still my tongue, I can feel it itching now
I want desperately to say something that I cant
I don