Infected

“Infected” It creeps in like thief in the night, Without a word, without sound, I feel creep slowly across my spine all the way to my mind, There is no fight, I cannot flee, From its dark grip that surrounds me, All I feel is the pain in my brain and nothing enters my head, Oh this pain, how I wish I were dead But in an instant it leaves, The sweet taste of freedom fills me, The solution to my pain, I had push it through it, to defeat my bane