Never forget.

Liko smoke rushing into clean lungs,
some people are able to contaminate and
colonize.
Sitting on the edge, walls crashing down,
all the while hoping it'll be worth it in the end.
Sometimes penmarks fade or smudge on hands;
hands that sin, hands that heal
From time to time, the smoke will choke
and become hostile.
And as the tension stills the air,
not one of them all is left whole.
The epidemic swings through souls and takes over -
auditory misconceptions spin through oxygen.