Remind me to update my interests.
Isolation! Desolation! It doen't matter to them, If I live or die...
When the wind is chilly and there's a light breeze,
when the earth is quiet and you stop and freeze.
There's something behind you so you turn to stare,
and it's completely empty and nothing's there.
Then it's inside you, you feel the alarm,
it begins to flow through your legs and arms.
You scratch and you tear,
can't reach it, it's not there!
It's not human, it's black like coal,
soon it starts to consume your soal.
You can't fight it, it gets into your head,
you already know that soon you'll be dead.
Your mind begins to drift and wonder,
then you start to think and ponder...
What is it that has killed me quickly?
Then it comes to you, dark and sickly...
It comes into your mind, small and vague,
I have killed you, I am the Black Plague.
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