Toxic
Its eats me up, and I’m feeling it. Its murder, its murder I tell you. This sickness is invading my every muscle and vain and I am soaking it in like a fucking parasite. I’m just getting started…
They all say no but I just tune them out, open my eyes and witness the everlasting history that calls more names then one.
This isn’t what you expect..its what you don’t expect. Its that moment when you are jolted up from your sleep finding the cause for it and the moment when you nervously start sweating not knowing what to do.
I’m calling a spade, a spade and let it be known, this isn’t me, its nether of I. I am just wondering around wondering the same question but everything leads back to the mere sickness that invades each and everyone of us as we breath it in and become its mere catalysts.
I will safety say that we are not the disease nor were we really sick, were the ones who created it and thou shall never be destroyed.
Raise your glasses to that!
