Host-December

The markings burned in leaving no doubt or question a permanent sign The burned will not be thrown The yoke will not break The body the opposite all too fragile Running in circles burrow in The weight suffocating under the curses you bear Suffer this debt with pride and foolish resolve The tripwire noose that you wear so close to snapping Start the end cycle one step away Make your decision to last you the rest of your days Will you become host or disease Alive or living buried or mourning Drawing a line in sand Lacking the strength Walking the fence long enough gravity calls A simple decision left out of your hands Accept or deny your place It's insignificant We're so small Taking the low point dragging it down The worst isn't over Your life has begun