My bubonic plague, it's not contagious, but it's a sickness
The darkness seeps in, like the bad taste of a pepper on your skin
It's awful, and it burns within
The pain is so riveting I can't help but stiffen, my muscles are aching
It's such a deep sadness, sometimes I can't feel it It's as though I let myself be numb, only for a little while then at the most awkward times I feel it all