Cancerous

It burns and i bear it, teeth clenched and grinding, stomache; churned while my head is still churning, nostalgia takes hold of my soul for the binding, effulgent in glow, but the texture is yearning, I wither; a slave to myself and no other, I falter; a moment of weakness forsakes me, I fall, and yet it feels like I'm flying, I rise.. only to find myself withered, I'm stained.... by the depths of my doubts.... like cancer it plagues me; buried and burrowing........ .......................please rinse me out