Infected with your disease I feel the virus take over me. Slowly I start to decay with every breath that I waste until the fateful day when I leave this place. You're a parasite leeching off my very essence, quinching your thirst on my being. Inducing choas as your presence resides in my torn heart. You deny me. The blood stained on my hands, tears of my own mortality. Take that twisted dagger, stab it in my side, watch the red flow and dry. Watch me fall and my eyes roll back as I gradually die. Time with you was a subliminal suicide. Let me go, just let me be, let me have one last moment of peace. One last moment without you. Being with you was killing me inside, your disease over came me and now I die. But now it's done, now I'm free, free from your hellish grasp on me.
