Plague

Plagued with thoughts

They riddle me like birdshot

Getting into all my being

Decaying me slowly from the inside out

All is not well for me

For you see I am becoming perforated

Like paper edges ready to tear

It won’t take much for me to collapse

I daze in shades of red

Longing hoping to make my daze reality

I become toxic spreading my disease slow

Poisoned I am dying

And as you watch me die

This is how my disease spreads

So let me do us a favor

You stay far away from me until

Well… Until I can make things right

To put it kindly I’ll take the bullet

My disease will die with me and

All will be well