Contamination
It floods my soul
My blood tainted
Spreading though my whole
It has control
I fight back
The urges strong
My mind black
I hold on
My heart pumps
It's not aware
Poison comes
Pushing through
I lose power
No will to fight
Hour by hour
No reason to stay
Each day passes
I don't mind
Among the messes
I await my time
My mind is contaminated
My body consumed
Soul pouring hatred
My body, my tomb
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