Infection

This sickness rips apart my soul

will this immortal infection never leave?

How is it that I feel I'm dying,

yet I never cease my obsession to breathe?

I thought that it had died and gone,

that I had slipped through its toxic grasp...

but it seems that IT eluded ME,

hiding in the shadows of a dream long-passed.

I swore to push it from my mind,

to never think those thoughts again...

and now I'm not sure I know

where the infection ends and I begin...