59. G - Gangerene

There are people who will walk in to your life, like a smoky cool breeze
At first their presence will enthrall you
With time you'll get glued to them
Slowly they'll enter your​ heart
Their energy will start spreading and will flow along your blood
You will start getting used to them
They'll slowly then enter your head
That energy will start consuming you tissue by tissue
You'll be changing but not growing,
You'll then realise, you're in a stream of filth
And have a tiny path to escape, on which you'll be rowing
Part by part you'll witness the impact
The solution would just be amputation of that part
You will cry over, thinking of the start
Intoxicated by their venom you'll be crumbling within
Too late you'll realise
You're the one burning in the fire of their sin...