If Life Doesn't Kill You, Emptiness Will.

Black Plague

You're like the Black Plague
Infecting everyone you touch
Killing them, inside and out
Getting worse by the second
Developing new schemes
Affecting everything around you
Making communities fall
And why? Because you're sick.
You like seeing their pain,
The agony that they go through
Every single aching day
You'll never cease until...
Until there's no one left.
And then you disappear
Never to be heard from again
They make songs about you,
Stories, poems, all of it.
Just for you.
Just because someone got a taste
A taste of what it meant like
To feel important.
It was all a lie.