I am a virus.
A cancer that infects your very soul.
Every life that is touched by my hand is destroyed.
Don't come to me looking for rapture
I will find you, an give, if nothing else, release,
Though not sweet.
I am in constant pain, though no one cares
To see through my veils of strength.
My tears are an omen of bad tidings.
A curse that has leapt from the very Fountain of Hell.
I am the bearer of truth, yet lies are all you hear.
I am the messenger of revelation, yet all is lost on my tongue.
I sweep through the masses, a trail of brokeness in my wake.
I am the Master of Illusions, but I am the only one that is fooled.