Infection
Disease becomes my name
Surroundings will never feel the same
The trees decay in pain
My needs can never change
My language becomes pain
The selfishness creates a game
Do you want to play?
No, just hear what I have to say
So you caught it too
Let’s let our hate come loose
Well does it get you through?
Let’s live in self abuse
My mind will fall away
But that’s not what I heard today
Your darkness lurks in me
For this I’ll make you pay
So you hate me too
Self righteous, swinging noose
Now I’ll kill you too
Even if the mirror is you
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2006
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