Eight years, one month and twenty-two days
An estimate of when I felt this way last.
For purpose of proper explanation
Hesitantly, I visit my past.
If ever I made a wrong decision
Feeling comfortable here reigns first.
Lost in a familiar location
Surely, this place is cursed.
Silently, it crept into my soul
Violently attacking full force
A sickness began to run through my veins
The virus then took its course.
It felt the need to change me.
It was its sole duty to uphold
Nothing can undo what damage was done.
No one can melt this cold.
At a loss for words I lay here.
Eyes bulging, mouth gaping wide
Struggling beyond my own human strength
Just to prove I can survive.