Often I've envisioned The demise of man And placed myself as patient 0 The vector of the plague
Pestilence on my finger tips and soars on my cheek, I stumble around and infect and decay and inoculate hundreds of people a day I watch as the disease spreads and the ones you love die. And know it was my fault... at least in some Way.
And as we all slowly die, and join the wandering gangs, it's the ending we deserve for all our sins and disdain.
In my 20's I destroyed a lot of ****, porperties friendships whatever you name it. You need it broken? Send it my way!!
About 21 I started to notice, I was always wrecking ****. And one night ****** I imagined being patient zero of the zombie plague, and having no idea what is happening as you descend into the psychosis induced by the disease. In a state where everyone seems hostile and you fighting them off and not the other way.. Right around 25 I broke my brain, and neurotically internalized that thought in such a way that it won't dissipate.