Digging my own grave.

I let it spread,
let it take control of my mind.
I let it dangle me on a thread,
and I let it slowly turn me blind.

I let it trip me till I bled,
and I think I may have bled a little too much.
And after all was done and said,
the pain was a little more than just a punch.

It creeped into my heart,
and it formed a little hole.
And with each and every minute apart,
a little life from my soul it stole.

Little by little each part went missing,
and soon it completely dissapeared.
And there I stood a souless being,
I had become what I had once feared.

A disease much to dangerous to say,
it has the worst and most shallowest approach.
Instead of attacking you through the normal ways,
it comes as a hunter and your heart is what it wants to poach.

Silly me I didn't see,
and I let it linger behind.
And before I could count "One, two three",
It leaped it and took over my mind.

And now I can't think,
I can't sleep or smile.
All I can do is lean on the sink,
and day dream for a while.

What can I say?
I merely wake up a living dead every day.
I had become love's slave,
and now I realized I was only digging my own grave.