How does it spread
The sickness that invades our bed
The very place we lay
Stricken in red
Reading what you see
But did you understand what I said
Read it again for the meaning behind it
Try to clean my face
But I clown around in my own Skit
Maybe if I wasn't me
My life wouldn't be unfit
Still searching for my path
While lurking around
I lost the love for the things I do hath
All because of the people
Who dare haunt My past
Being in a place that
I know will never last
From flesh to dust
May death return me to ash
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
How does it spread
The sickness that invades our bed
The very place we lay
Stricken in red
Reading what you see
But did you understand what I said
Read it again for the meaning behind it
Try to clean my face
But I clown around in my own Skit
Maybe if I wasn't me
My life wouldn't be unfit
Still searching for my path
While lurking around
I lost the love for the things I do hath
All because of the people
Who dare haunt My past
Being in a place that
I know will never last
From flesh to dust
May death return me to ash
Don't let your own illness spread.
