I feel the ground shaking beneath my feet. The earth starts to collapse, but I don't fall. I look down and see the abyss. This massive void that hungers for my existence. I must remain calm, collected just to stay afloat. For if I lose my mind, lose control of my actions then I'll fall. It's hard to keep focused when I sit here and freeze. Like a virus got a hold of my body and infected me. So I cannot think think straight. When I concentrate, I birth a headache. I keep silent for my speech is my downfall. But I can't keep my mouth closed because I have this nasty cough. When I expel this breath out of my body, words bind together to form a sentence. And my sentences are aged to a time of perfection. But other minds are still premature so they are translated dyslexic. Backwards and upside down so my thoughts are now twisted. And I've fallen into a trap this hungry monster set before me. I speak and I hurt those that I care for. I'm sinking into this pit of never ending darkness. And I muster the strength to pull myself out. For I'm infected with disease that I can do nothing about.
