OH god I think I'm dead again...
The haze melted away to a deeper black
I feel the vessels dig deeper..
like the gnarled roots of an weed
there is only so much resistance
a membrane can provide
beyond that defense
there is nothing
I am an infection
I have become the virus.....
If I must suffer
then you will be my victim
Infectious as ever
I have grown
I feed and I need
Live in your blood
I am never,
though I am forever
Hate me today
need me tomorrow
another excuse
cause pity makes you happy
you were a victim before you met me
Has that ever hurt so much
hide the sores
everyone knows your skin
ulceration epilogue to penetration
suck it up, take within
the pain tha becomes you
the empty area growing around you
they talk, but never touch
you seem surprised?
who would ever keep close to a victim
Hush up, draw the blade away
a little medication
saved for a rainy day
the tears in your eyes
are an analogy of my infection
the nectar of love
is so often spiked with poison
don't be so surprised
you are like the others..
you are nothing but a victim