This Disease

It began by taking my heart attacking my immunity warming me up as hot as fever leaving it broken in disunity. It traveled on, to my mind destroying on its course through me my veins lay broken and sad, alone but my pain was masked by "hopefully". I carried on for a thousand years wishing and waiting for recovery but the infection consumed my pride taking control, no equality. It only saw me as its host a satisfaction for its greed the virus grew stronger, and with it, me weaker I was isolated and quarantined. It infiltrated my thoughts with self-demeaning this awful, parasitic disease it left my skin breaking, left me with death until I had nothing more to bleed.