infection
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My name is insanity.
See the way my teeth bleed,
My eyes shine,
My cackles echo through the corridors of night.
Do you see my stretching smile?
I know you do.
Our world is infected.
We are dying slowly.
Festering in their sins, our mothers and fathers
sit and wait.
and wait.
Wait.
Waiting for it to end, either in light,
or darkness.
Pill bottles spread out across the floor
Bagged and marked, four hours more
Anxiety, Nausea, the list goes on
Moments of personality quickly gone
Infection spreads when treatment fails,
My reflection gives me a disappointed glance
As I stare back at my appearance.
I take a peek inside my head
