10 May 2012
Divided we stand, your madness I cannot control, destroys the good to take over my soul.
Destruction is your work of art, eating away my weary heart.
A mass of termites, you never cease, until my last breath, you will release.
Spreading your vile infection through my stream, as you leave me in agony to scream.
Why don't you work for the good of your host, instead hatred is what you love the most.
Is it a lesson we need to know, to love ourselves, or risk the blow.
In many, you instil the greatest fear, all I want to hear is..'THE ALL CLEAR'!!
~By MICHAELA. X
A CELL We CAN't Escape • Opuss № I