Secret (The). Disintoxication. Intoxication. Zeneszám

Dear cancer, it's been a long time since you left me with no words.
I missed you every single day it's been so hard without you.
I missed your teeth on my jugular.
And the sweet kiss of your needle slowly piercing my vein.
Inject me amnesia.
They tell me I'm free now, but nights swallow the days everything is caving in.
Maybe I will forget you one day but I swear, my thirsty heart, it rots for you.