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