Dark Disease

My Friend,

Warm, yet I remain cold.
Calm, yet I grow upset.

I long to be around you.
I wish upon you happiness.

I know you've always brought me bliss,
But friend, I now must tell you this:

Something now between us comes;
I fear 'tis all because of me.

The things which bring you happiness,
leave for me the sad.

The things which bring you trauma,
tempt to make me glad.

"Oh God I pray to be a friend--
to cherish and to hold,
The person who to me shall be
the purest of a mold!"

But something grows from deep within--
It strives to blur my vision.

You see my friend, I've not been me.

For I've contracted...