The Poetic Plague

..It was bound to kill me. I just had to see how long I could fight it off

Title: The Poetic Plague

By: Joshua Casimier/Blake Auden

Date: May 28, 2013

2003 I remember.. code name conundrum,

Pendulum operation free my soul.. it all started and the feelings that were locked up the scars with physical traits of pain were injected and ejected into others it all became clear the surroundings became cold..

I tried to save the world before it was to late, but each time I took a needle to vaccinate myself it just felt like I became more numb.

It was inside me..

I thought I could control it, or even avoid it.

Swore to myself I would have been one of the chosen some.

Though I learned to live with this in my veins.

This seemed to be the end..

Would I ever be able to open my mouth enjoy myself..

Take a deep breath from this devil like celebration where so many were killing themselves in return he was going to win..

By 2005 it had truly manifested I may have been dead and not knew it.

Passed it on to others by touch.

The strength of my body and the two sides of my mind at that point were truly tested.

What was the purpose of me living in this life?

Was I really meant to store all this away.

When they visit my corpse in the ground.

Will my tombstone have enough to cement all and hold what I have to say.

It became clear there was no cure for this..

It became hard to think straight.

In 2009 walking out of the confines of an enclosed gate known as education went away straight into the hands of fate, but judgment was waiting..

The name of this infection became fully clear.

Havoc...

People were foaming at the mouth with slur..

Kids were un attended.

Stage one before the point of no return was the vision.

Who knew I had it..

It was clearly a blur..

By 2013 I had stage two..

My veins turned black while the other side was blue.

A pain in my back as something was going to jump out.

I prayed and said sorry for all I done. Since I was not perfect enough for you.

Knowing that since I will never be able to see another day.

Since I will now truly be contained.

Remember at least my name..

That the way I was, and my mission was that I did not want to be the same.

That when I first got infected I was able to put up with it for ten years.

At times I had no method of being protected..

So if I can leave you with advice..

The virus..

This plague..

It will kill us all somehow.

What we do will take us out.

None of us truly have it made..

It may take out our train of thought..

An arm, head, or even a leg.

Yet I know that what I did and what I always said was right for me.

It was worth it...

“ My last words..

May 28, 2013

10:00 p.m

Perfect people aren't real, and real people aren't perfect.

Though I know that this plague turned me into a poet..

When I come back.. On this side or the other..

I shall have a cure. I will scream it loud.

Bring your so call crew it will get them too. I need no squad.

The cure for the infection the havoc plague on this earth.

I have God.