Inspired by Nirvana's song 'heart-shaped box'. The line "I want to eat your cancer" was so strong and powerful, really got me thinking

 

I want to eat your cancer,

Sip your darkness, your evils,

Drink from your chalice of disease,

Soak up your pain, bathe in it, wash in it...

So that you are dry.

And when you are too dry;

Powdery, breaking, crumbling,

Ill offer you a drink from my shaking, bony hands,

Drink my blood, all of it,

I don’t need liquid, fluid, moisture, life.

Take that 65% of me.

In fact, take my flesh,

Pick it off my carcass and wear it on your wounds

Even take my bones,

Smash them up and knock them to pieces,

Build a fire that will keep you warm.

Or a shelter to protect you.

Give me your chronic disease.

Give me your terminal illness.

Give me your infection,

Your plagued mind,

Your burden box.

Then maybe you’ll live

and Ill perish happier than I would be breathing

Because you’d be breathing

without a death sentence hugging your lungs,

squeezing your chest.

You’d be smiling

And if I could be your cure

Rigor mortis would find me smiling back.