Tumour – 29th December 1986

I am a leech
Sucking you dry
I am the spot
In the corner of your eye
I am the cancer
Destroying your cells
I am the reaper
Ringing your death bells
I am the wart
On your festering hands
I am the mucous
Squeezing at your glands
I am the tumour
Breaking your body down
Bulldozing your structure
Into the ground