An emotional infirmity I’ve been immune to,
The disease that
Everyone subconsciously spreads,
Contagious,
With confused indications.
Infectious to the point
Of fatality.
No one sees the blades
Cutting into our blinded, static society.
As one heart,
Bleeds into another,
Separating the used from the new,
It becomes a vague antidote.
Too much morphine
For the body,
Like silent euthanasia
In The beast
We call
Society.

 
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