Love. My Cancer.

You wait for the pain to come. In the corner, hidden in shadows, waiting. The fear of the dreaded pain. Numbed by anticipation. The cancer prepares you for itself. Waits for when you are ready to feel nothing else. Then it creeps in slowly. Savoring every moment of your pain... of your helplessness. An unstoppable force. Skin, veins, bones, it'll eat through all. Now, all it wants is your soul. Let go. Let the surrender be complete. For once feel a pure emotion. Even though, to feel you have to experience complete defeat.