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(I'll come back and make edits i typed this up on my phone)

A quiet steady thump echos through a once vibrant tomb.
The vitual organ i call a heart steadily declines in health.
And the disease that ravages its forces?
 Well it was always you.
You forcibly found the cracks in my facade.
You breathed the intoxicating scent of the perfect illusion into my lungs.
My blood soaking up its pollution.
 The scars from the stitches you've sown revive each day reminding me you've healed a wound that was never there.
 You saved my life though i was never drowning, but thank you for saving me.
I do not recall uttering the words begging for assistance. I do not recall beckoning for a false beckon, but thanks for saving my life.
I guess its what you've grown accustom to. The hero role always in your script. You in no good conscious could leave a soul unsaved, leave a name off the list,
 But hello Mr.hero the script has flipped.
For i have become the disease that ravages the steady thump in your tomb.
Shuddered with fear as my breathe fills your lungs with an illusion that so Perfectly intoxicant s your blood.
 Marvel at the wounds i have stitched though they were never there.
I have saved a broken life. You're welcome i am your knight