Your voice is like a virus
Infectious and deadly
It invades my thoughts
swims into my nervous system
your malicious words manifest in me
and overcomes my benign state of being
manipulates the cells into a chain reaction of shock
you monopolizes every motive
I have no other defenses to call upon
my movements become slowed
you settle into the control room
and shut me down
I force a wall of white cells
to guard what little I have left to salvage
but I know it is futile they replicate in a frenzy
with the pressure of time as motivation
to curdle my cells to a pulp
my mind is racing and hot
sending signals but getting no response
searching for a way to help
Everything inside me boils
The heat contained beneath my skin
is like a furnace releasing heat waves
visibly manipulating the air around me
like acid moving across the thick tracks
of an oil painting and instead of steaming out of my pores
most of it stays trapped inside trying to mend the attacked tissue
putting my inside into an endless world of hell
but once you are defeated
You will be apart of me
I will know you inside and out
I'll be immune to your type for life
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
Your voice is like a virus
Infectious and deadly
It invades my thoughts
swims into my nervous system
your malicious words manifest in me
and overcomes my benign state of being
manipulates the cells into a chain reaction of shock
you monopolizes every motive
I have no other defenses to call upon
my movements become slowed
you settle into the control room
and shut me down
I force a wall of white cells
to guard what little I have left to salvage
but I know it is futile they replicate in a frenzy
with the pressure of time as motivation
to curdle my cells to a pulp
my mind is racing and hot
sending signals but getting no response
searching for a way to help
Everything inside me boils
The heat contained beneath my skin
is like a furnace releasing heat waves
visibly manipulating the air around me
like acid moving across the thick tracks
of an oil painting and instead of steaming out of my pores
most of it stays trapped inside trying to mend the attacked tissue
putting my inside into an endless world of hell
but once you are defeated
You will be apart of me
I will know you inside and out
I'll be immune to your type for life
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