Bloody Rhythm

I travel these hidden passages with cryptic meanings. They all lead to this rhythmic circle of cancers and cures.To love and to hate it all feels the same.My feet are so weary of corridors so bleak filled with this cancer called love.I must severe my limbs and be left for dead. Extract the tumor, there is no cure. My wounds are still bleeding, I've lost to much blood. To seek this cure will be the death of me.