give me the cancer   i'd rather taste death      the efficacy of attrition   such a success, regardless of intent      these words are all that's left   of things i can't forget      In function they fail   Momentarily fulfilled   a tumor on the hole   They were trying to close      A fuel to feed the hunger   A rusted tool seeds the harvest      weight hindering limbs   If the key could be found   leaving burden behind      Ball and chain sustained   acid eat skin,   soul vulnerable