Diffusing through my body like some sick osmosis, spreading through me like a cancer. As much of myself as it is foreign. This horrible deadly knowledge twines it's way into my soul and becomes as one with me as it wishes.
Leaving me not dead but dying it rips itself from me, tearing me apart. Shredding my body and my soul into innumerable pieces and flinging them as far into the endless void as physically possible.
No longer dying, but not dead either, I stitch what bits of myself I can find together and drag myself to find another dose of this sickening addiction. The one that kills me by showing me exactly how to live.