Neoplasmic tendencies

Neoplasm of malignancy
creeping its way to my soul
tearing apart what is left of me
ill fated my future has been
flash of lightning striking
as thunder vibrates my grounds
a hand of an angel is offered to me
while the foot of the devil trips me
clouded path I walk alone
my once imagined lover kept me through
I held on for what was good and what was true
but all is gone neoplasm has taken that too