I Hear Them Like the Plague

The foulest few and free

Tempted upon death

To coddle opinion unto me

Until I find my skin

Crawling in the sea

Of black and blue dismay

No thoughts can come to me

Spoiled blisters burn

Upon mine eyes I fester

Suddenly no longer

The seeker of my truth

Distracted by disease

I can no longer speak

So for now I lie awake

Clawing for some present honesty

I hope I do not contract conformity