Crawls in
Filthy and sickening
Infecting like a virus
Eats you from inside
The visions you see
Lead you to subside
The voice in your head
Quite but sure
Listen to it well
For it knows your future
The past is the past
It can't harm you now
The sickness inside
Crumbles to die
You find yourself standing
There and alive
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryPoems I made myself. Hope you like them I just did whatever I felt was right. Enjoy
