Pulsing
Oozing ****
Infection spreading
The Wounds opening up

A nasty sore
Corrupting and killing
Until healing is unheard of
Feasting on the pain it brings you

Every word
Adding fuel to the fire
With no escape
As it tears through you

Pain so long
It no longer registers
Allowing it’s seeds
To Spread even farther

A quiet nights doom
Of a thousand maggots
Feasting on the corpse
That the disease left behind

The silence a reminder of
The life you used to live
Until the pain ate away
Everything you knew

With the love never being the same
Until those of you speak of it
Let you know what you should be
And yet whenever one chooses this life

They won’t be free
A curse of a chosen few
Whenever it is not that they won’t
But that they can’t

Till then they realize
What exactly has happened
And the wound first opens up
To feast on the soul of the lucky

The process begins
One almost inescapable
Until the shell that they were
Is brought to those that loved