Disease courses through my veins,
I'm sick,
I'm a fucking animal,
I'm sick,
No more than anything,
Reduced to nothing,
My ashes don't bleed,
Ever since my heart stopped beating,
I've been a shell for God knows how long,
I've wandered for years without discourse,
My screams have always echoed out,
Into a void where nobody can hear me...
The Virus is spreading,
The Virus is spreading,
My blood turns to grey in veins,
There's a fog in my brain,
That's holding back,
I can't see,
I can't breathe,
I'm burning up,
Tied to the stake,
I'm at the end of my rope,
There's no hope for survival,
No cure for what I'm ailed with,
I'm only going to get worse,
I'll never get better.
I'm slowly dying,
Inside and out,
By the second,
Not to mention,
I'm volatile,
Contagious,
Infected,
Defective,
I'm run down...
There's only,
So much that,
A broken soul can take,
Before it fades away.
YOU ARE READING
KHAOS
PoetryEvery day is a struggle. The simplest things can set the scales to be imbalanced, and then what are you left with? People scream on either side, and you're always forced to stand in the center of a battlefield. Constantly being told you're sick, rea...
