There are days I think about life, I think about Love, laughs and our faults. And I don’t know which one of us was wrong. But there’s betrayal I feel. Betrayal for myself. For loving your faults more than mine. For becoming your anchor and leaving myself to fall and shatter. There are times though, that I feel like I was just going with the flow. The flow of our faults. You were a the newest limited edition to all the mistakes there were on this earth. You where a problem to be solved by someone else perhaps maybe God. And I was a black hole breaking collapsing into myself. The problem was that, I thought I was better than you: And I could save you. But through that I betrayed myself. Tainted myself with your infection and become a pandemic. Now everyone around me is dying, And those far away and getting farer And now, I am alone. Not knowing how to cure myself, Because my healer is afraid to get infected too.