We are fading day after day,
Melting on the inside.
There is neither an escape nor a hope.
Yet we can't live without it.
This love is a cancerous cell,
that obviously cannot be cured.
As it spreads to every part of ours,
We are bounded with passion.
You know how you cut out and throw away without thought,
Whichever part of your body this bloody creature infests?
How about when this malady haunts your heart?
Not like you could throw away your heart.
Let my flowers wither.
I could wait for death too.
Still I can't cut you out, throw you away,
My sweet cancer,
My sweet cancer.