I think that the disease is definitely a metaphor for dysphoria more than than anything else.
"As the disease spread slowly through your body
Pumped by your heart to the tips of your arms and your legs
Your greatest fear was that your mind wouldn't last
The coherency and alertness would be the first things to fade"
This perfectly describes my experience with dysphoria. In the worst throes of it, the single scariest thing about it is how little control you have over it. You can't shut it off, you can't stop it, and you fear that you're losing your mind to this...thing. And it just keeps coming back, slowly enveloping you more and more each time.
I think that the disease is definitely a metaphor for dysphoria more than than anything else.
"As the disease spread slowly through your body Pumped by your heart to the tips of your arms and your legs Your greatest fear was that your mind wouldn't last The coherency and alertness would be the first things to fade"
This perfectly describes my experience with dysphoria. In the worst throes of it, the single scariest thing about it is how little control you have over it. You can't shut it off, you can't stop it, and you fear that you're losing your mind to this...thing. And it just keeps coming back, slowly enveloping you more and more each time.