It’s contagious… 

It’s so contagious.. We all have it..

Looks… Smell… Taste.. Touch… Sounds… All echo… 

Everywhere I go, I see a mirror of myself.. A reflection of what I become…

And what I’ve become is yet but another victim.. I’m infected….I’m diseased and I know it… And I know no cure…

I’m crawling… On hands and knees… With nothin but the lives of ancestors past to cushion my knees…

My heart screams but my mind cruises in neutral… It just goes without knowing.. It just goes without my complete control.. I share the reigns with the disease…

The disease only seeks out itself.. To spread itself.. To see itself in another… 

And in every man I see but a mirror… And it hurts my soul… My ancestors speak but the disease yells!!! 

What is this disease you ask?

But look around you… Can not you breathe it in..  Can not you see? All you have to do is but look in a mirror… And you will see we share more alike… You will see who’s thoughts rule your mind… You will see the disease is the purveyor of all things you… And who you are is cowering, buried somewhere deep inside…

You can not free yourself because to you the disease is freedom… And to me you want me dead… Or dying like you…

I seek.. And I will continue to seek until I can not anymore… Until I become engulfed… And there is no more me…

But as long as that day doesn’t exist.. I still have hope.. And hope is all I need…

One day I will truly know myself… I will see myself… No disease in sight… Just me and what I was meant to be…