The Disease Is Inside Of Me…You Cant Find It
The devastation is devastating, the sickness is sickening and all I keep hearing are the sounds of failure but it is failing sounds. The urges becoming urging and all I need to do is break out of here but the breaking out will never let my soul break out. I am a prisoner of this disease, I am.
I can scream soo loud but the loud screams are only quiet and I can speak in whispers but the whisper will never be spoken of…and the trembling..it wont stop, I cant stop the tremble.
All I need are warm bodies but not everybody is warm. Its too cold, its too hot, and even being too hot, you become too cold. My body is changing, but the change is not my body.
I can only feel for love but love doesn’t seem like it has a feeling anymore, the feelings dead, so does that mean my love cant feel anymore?
My heart beats, it beats alright, but I guess it doesn’t beat alright, and I am missing something but what can I miss?. I miss the love I use to love but its only become my disease that dies.
I suppose you can say that’s the disease you cant find.
