Bereft, left to my own consequences, and I sorrow
No pity, my being deserves the pain I have earned
If the world is my flesh, I'm a cancer ever growing
And there are no answers to the constant questions
My being has turned gray and my flesh is in decay
The outside world will notice nothing changed
Perhaps I've not changed, but instead understood
And self awareness of my flaws will be my doom
“You can see a person's whole life in the cancer
they get.” Haruki Murakami
