There’s a deathly disease
Living in my mind,
Connecting, transmitting down the skull and the spine,
Intertwining, emitting, and forcing its way,
Through the twists and the turns of the blood in my veins,
Non- infectious…
It only hinders me,
With the continual pull down with gravity,
I feel it dragging, scratching, and clawing to stay,
In its hollow, infectious, home in my brain
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