• As the time passes by,
    I can still feel you in my heart.
    Festering like an infection.
    Burning rotting flesh,
    Bringing a slow death to me.
    Causing my mind to stop,
    My heart to pound.
    My palms are sweaty,
    My pulse unsteady.
    What are you doing to me?
    Why are you causing this pain?
    Forcing me to rot,
    Burning flesh melting down.
    Why do you insist on staying there?
    Stubborn and unmovable.
    What the hell is your problem?
    Go away already!!
    I don't want to love...