Death By One

you are my disease, that rots within me, you are the pain, in the bottom of my foot, you are my finger nail, that is ripped from my finger, you are the fat, that clogs my veins from blood, you are the green crap, growing on my scar, you are the blade, that i cut myself at night with, you are the smoke that, fills my lungs and turns them black, but the end is always the same YOU KILL ME! JH