What's Wrong?;

How to answer To describe this destructive cancer eating at my soul A corrupted goal and I'm almost corrupted like an empty volcano that already erupted I'm lost Where do I go? To the cold and dark place of shadow? Or will the warmth of light comfort me with the blight and outright shine of the sun Development? Like what? Is there an end to it? Like radiation radiating a hazardous disease to it. If life had a conflict with death and there was a peace feeling between the two this is what it feels like A warmth keeping me entwined with the heat and heartbeat of others around mine. I'm in and out? On and off? What an observant observation without patience While I dwindle on the dark side of the wall from creations mist and the blind bliss of greatness Maybe it gets better. I'm willing to wait and take the bait from this long living letter with an unforseen future only trying to make it to the end with a tune and culture as I grow older.