A Disease

January 18, 2010
By Keegan GOLD, Flushing, Michigan
Keegan GOLD, Flushing, Michigan
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What’s left falls through
My hands to my fate.
My life is destroyed,
By a hate I create.
Ruins now lay
Where a palace once stood.
I just want to take it all back
If only I could.
And leave this place
Of death and loss behind.
Move forward with my life
And see what I’d find.
But held by chains
Crafted by a sickness,
A disease that astounded me
With only its quickness.
As it spread from my heart
To my mouth and eyes,
Unable to see or speak
Yet I still hear the lies.
And drown out the cries
As my ears melt to close.
And my hate for this place
Continues to grow.
Pacing itself now
Saving more of me to kill.
Finding new cracks in my sanity
To desperately fill.
And when all of me is dead,
And nothings left to erase.
I find myself chained to my heart
Staring her in the face.

She is my doom,
And my love all the same.
One last kiss to my lips,
Love and doom, it’s all the same.


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