Epidemic

Epidemic
Current mood: anxious

running forward

tripping back

a never ending circle

an endeavor of the hopless

the epidemic of the sick

its still hard to breath

knowing that this is all reality

theres no cure for this

its a disease of the worst

clawing at your heart

choking up your throat

a hand acting on its own accord

your not buried yet

just in the morge

eyes and mouth sowed shut

you cant speak

not even part your lips to breath

its a madness

an audacious celebration

mistakes sometimes cannot be forgiven

even when you beg for salvation