Like a sickness,

My loneliness eats at me,

Its lust to devour me drives it on,

Like the black plague slowly it kills me,

First my skin,

No longer tan, but pale,

Penetrating through my opaque fa├žade,

It slowly rots my insides,

Finally feasting on my heart, already cold,

When my whole being is encased by

The sickness,

My being slowly disappears,

Fading away at the edges, farther and farther,

Until my existence is no longer, never was,

This monster this beast,

Sends me to a darker place,

A place full of souls just as I am,

Alone, utterly alone.