Removing Tumors

Without warning
Or explanation
This sickness seeps
From my nightmares
Staining converging clouds
And kicking up hurricanes
In decomposing eyes

A disease
That will one day find
These hands
Wrapped around the neck
Of another
Or my hunting knife
Buried to the hilt
In a gurgling throat
And at times
Like this
With blood screaming
Through my temples
It begins to feel like
The only cure