The vines that bind us

Give me the cancer
i'd rather taste death
the efficacy of attrition
such a success, regardless of intent
these words are all that's left
of things i can't forget
In function they fail
Momentarily fulfilled
a tumor on the hole
They were trying to close
A fuel to feed the hunger
A rusted tool seeds the harvest
weight hindering limbs
If the key could be found
leaving burden behind
Ball and chain sustained
acid eat skin,
soul vulnerable