Washed up on the banks of despair
Just infected and unaware
Undeterred and determined
The infection spreads its flames
Lighting up the body
Shooting fire through the veins
Frozen by disease
The shards
Erupting from your skin
The vaccine slowly working
Washing the body of dirt and sin
Tired and sluggish
The branches of infection
Reaching to touch the sun
Spreading its roots below
Then coming to a slow
And the infection walks to the finish
After its long enduring run
To finish the ***** job
To reap and to scare
You're just infected
and unaware

Here is a secret
that nobody knows.
Here are the roots
from which it grows.
Here are the roses
on which it sleeps
and those are the thorns
that it must keep.
Here is the wind
Where will it blow?
Please take this secret
no one will know.

Heavy is the heart
That knows of love
but has never lived it
Tired is the mind
Filled with knowledge
Never spoken