Toxins
I once compared myself to black mold;
the toxic kind that spreads
Contaminating surfaces, only feelings of regret
What used to be a room full of people, now has no one left
Wondering if I’ve caused this, was it something that I said?
Questions go unanswered, that’s when it starts to spread
Like a ball of yarn unraveling;
from a single thread
I’m not sure how to stop it, I’d rather just forget
And let the toxins take me until disease has set
Spores will start to germinate, maybe mushrooms next
Consuming every part of me, only black mold was left
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