Sickness
Something destructive lurks deep inside,
something inexplicable,
impossible to hide.
It seeks to confuse,conflict
and cause pain,
this evil thing runs through
my every vein.
There's a sickness in my mind,
of the absolute worse,
the addictive kind.
Drain away this poison,
detoxify my heart,
should never of gone there,
right from the start.
There's a dark shadow
at the back of my brain,
that creeps to the front
every now and again.
It seems to be
that there is no cure.
Futile to resist
it's powerful lure.
I've done my tests,
diagnosis came through,
this soul destroying drug
is you.
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