Plague

Hope seeps like a fallen angel;
Crawling, lurking.
Its angry eyes lust for vengeance;
Devastating and consuming all into nothing.
A void, growing larger,
Like a black hole devouring a sun;
Casting its ominous shadow over everything cheerful;
Begging, pleading:
Accept me as I am; fallen from grace,
Broken wings, cursed, diseased.
Then the darkness consumes;
Eclipsing what personality I once had,
Twisting the mind and destroying dreams.
Crushed from the weight of my own mortality,
Weakened by the fate I traded for chains,
Deceived by light, enslaved by shadow,
Defiled with no morals, replaced with spite.
This disease spreads; contagious by touch.
Hope is gone. Save yourself.
The plague comforts like a cold damp brick,
Slowly moving in the bowels of insanity.
A torturous plague to which there is no end;
Quarantined and secluded,
Leave me to finish what God could not.

~Vent~