A Letter to You

You are not so big, bad or brave. You are a coward that grows in darkness. You stay unfelt, unknown and unseen, until you grow your balls and unleash your doom. You press your ominous misshapen, mess of a mass against whatever is vital. You are merciless, and drain life from the young and old without hesitation. How strong were you when the cold, steel blade cut you away from me. You shriveled and died in the oxygenated sterility. You may have left a seedling or two of your carnivorous spawn, but like you, I will kill them too. Your name is cancer, a name that most fear. I do not fear you, as much as I detest you. I will always fight you until the death. Your death!