With the wind blowing through my hair
and the tears that fall down my face I walk away from you.
You call after me but I can't return to you and your poison
The poison you have... the disease you past on to me still runs deep in my veins
It runs deep and slowly kills me changing me.
I can't even talk to you without you infecting me more.
How can I get away from you?
How do I get cured?
I hear your distant calls you agonizing pleas of forgivness
Can I keep walking away?
will I be strong enough to leave you behind......
-Erika Snifeld