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