Precious Moments Precisely Broken

Overwhelming sadness has crept up inside us.
Screaming in our head wishing we were dead.
This cancer as it feeds knocks us from our feet,
Not even the rhymes help pass the time.
Blood on our hands is where it all ends.
Let the evil seep with the tears that we weep.
Darkness drains the brain unlike any drug or mind game.
This ache is not passing,
Even the agony is lasting.
Trusted old friend sharp at both ends,
even you bring no solace,
To the horror that's among us.
Cursed is the name,
Love is to blame.