The Lesion,
A cut that runs deep within
A wound that seeps and bleeds
It's like a festering wound
It's like a poison that seeps into the blood
It's like a poison that runs deep within.
The Lesion is a gaping hole
A hole that seeps and drains life out of its surroundings
It's a place that consumes all hope and all joy
It's a place that brings despair and agony.
The Lesion is a place of torment
It's a nightmare that seems to never end
It's a place of emptiness and loneliness
It's a place where hope goes to die.
As the Lesion grows,
It consumes everything within
It leaves a void of nothingness
It poisons everything it touches.
As the Lesion spreads,
It becomes a part of us
We may try to deny its existence
But the Lesion stays, it refuses to leave
It continues to grow and to haunt our soul
It becomes our companion, a part of who we are.