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It creeps up, Slowly reaching with icy fingers It holds you, Feeling it's way into every empty crevice Surrounds you, You take in more with every breath It fills you, Suffocating as it enters your lungs It has you Your heart beating fast, Sweating and shaking It doesn't let go

I could shout But would you hear me? I could smile But would you see me? Or must I try harder To gain your attention? I could cry But would you hold me? I could speak But would you listen? Or would you turn away And pretend I’m not there? I could laugh But would you join me? I might care But would you love me? Or am I as alone As I believe?

What is it too be an alter? Nobody thinks about what we have to go threw. They call us monsters, parasites, fake, bad, evil, killers, crazy, fucked up, a disease. When do people get to see us for what we really are? We are just trying to help. To fit into a world that doesn't want us in it. We are real people. We have feelings. We have souls. We go threw pain. Maybe more then you. But nobody sees that. They see the host. And their forbidden pain. We take it away. We are the protectors. The pain you feel is ours now. We feel your depression, your sadness, your pain. But if we try to relive the pain we take from you, only because we love you,

The poison within, Flowing through me, Stronger than my, Very blood... Is it my Imperfection? No it's something... More, something, Deadly, it is coursing, Through every vein, Every artery, killing me, Like cyanide, infecting, What could it be? My life fading, unsuspecting, Friends, and family, Unaware, of the poison, Tearing me apart inside, My anger, and hate, Of myself, the poison, Spreading,  my life, Still fading, does no one, Care? I guess not, They can't know, how I feel, After all I lie to them, Hide every single feeling, Behind, the words, I'm fine, or I'm good, My life, faded away, Wait, I figured it ou