Terror, sheer terror; some like it raw

 

Such a strange assertion, but their pain is the law

 

One such person, I once knew quite well

 

Their fate was determined, their soul set to sell

 

Hate filled their heart, poison seeped through their veins

 

Such dry withered hopes, such agonizing strains

 

This dark wave of sadness, this icy disease

 

The fever infects so many, yet we still have friends like these

 

They hack and they hack, until they are hollow

 

Coughing up their cash, finding someone to follow

 

Whatever you do, you must find the cure

 

“Save” this drowning man, and you’ll both sink for sure

The poem may be found here: https://downerwrites.wordpress.com/2016/04/17/ethics/