A disease
Is spreading
From my head to my heart,

Causing me to crumble-
To
Fall apart.

Infectious:
A single glance
Is all it takes.

Oh, the destruction
The Rot leaves
In its wake.

So much pain.
Aches.
Sorrow.

It makes me wonder
If I’ll be here
Tomorrow.

At first your heart gets fast.
You’re flushed,
Feverish.
Incapable of stopping
The roar in your ears.

The Rot has you in its grasp.

It then spreads,
makes your legs go shaky,
Hands all clammy,
and voice all quaky.

In the later stages
You lose yourself.
The Rot eats at your brain.
It’s hard to speak:
your mind is numb,

You wonder what it really means to be sane.

And now
The Rot, “The Death,”
Is spreading
From my head to my heart,

Causing me to crumble-
To
      Fall.
            Fall.
                  Fall.
                       Fall.
                            Fall....

Infectious:
It takes and
It takes.

Oh, the destruction
The Wretched Rot leaves
In its wake.

My heart beats fast,
My head burns hot,
I cannot stand,
I cannot talk.

I’ve lost myself
To this Decay.
It’s altered my mentality.

This Perfect Pestilence
has brought me
So very, very close
To my insanity.