This feeling that might engulf thee, this cancerous abnormality, placed squarely in your soul, eagerly taking a share to turn it foul. It's presence rings in your skull, for it's small size it takes a detrimental toll. It veils you of joy, as it does itself physically deploy. Sweeping over your muscles with fatigue, a qualm making your will weak. Shaking about your memory, depleting all energy. It seeks neither home, nor sustenance. Only to see chaos and confusion, wherever it holds its unwanted reunion. Do not let it take root, so it might cover all in soot, but rather resist it with all your best efforts, do not succumb to its tar-like tethers.