the ones you least expect
are the ones infected
that decieving smile
leads you misdirected
i can feel the sickness
its hit me hard
already rising
leaving me broken and scarred
its decaying inside my soul
living in me
self medicating
giving into me
i try to stop the poison
its already spilled
emotional disaster
the sickness has claimed another victim
it is my master
i am its mistress
raping my mind
i choke on the sickness
taunting me then leaving the puzzle undone
thsi broken infected soul
is to weak to fight or run
im sentenced to this pain
it will never end
settles stirrs then rises
these cuts are no suprises
disease so cruel
leaving me half dead
poisoning more than my body
tearing apart my head
my hearts beating too fast
feel the quickness
slowly rising
i can feel the sickness...
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