Oh to eradicate the poison that has infiltrated,
made manifest an ugliness, continues to churn–
ambivalent to repercussions,
slyly secreting in an attempt to infect others.
Oh sick poison, rewriting the nature of my insides,
the blood runs black.
synapses firing into a desert arena.
The poison knows no boundaries,
infecting all it glances.
No knowable end.
No possibility of relapsing to normalcy.
I stand to face the future an infected entity.
Safer quarantined, isolated,
yet selfishly incorporated into everyday society.
Primed to corrupt those I am capable of luring into my embrace.