Simply drawing breath is not living
Within our life is an infection of flesh
All our interactions, convulsive writhing
We're having complex reactions to reality
With no more feelings, we enter shadows
Every day forced to live in red level pain
We've lost interest and control of the future
Still, we will misremember all of our past
As infection rages, a darkness is blinding
Destroying all the good that we've become
These days are lived without distinction
We'd lost our minds trying to be enough
We no longer understand life, nor love
We will simply endure or simply exist
Until our time is up, and we do not
I want to live, to be infection free
I want to dream, I want to sleep
Instead I live among shadows
And wait to become nothing
