"This disease infiltrates my senses,
Slowing me with each virus it dispenses,
You can't cure something born from desire,
Just like ice melts in the face of fire,"
`This was my favorite stanza out of all of them. Great word chice, I thought.

Overall, a pretty good poem. I thought the word choice was alright, the flow was good, the puncuation you used commas after each line, I think you should throw a period in there instead of a comma after each sentence, if you understand what I'm saying... Umm other than that.. content was good, 5/5