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Sep 2013
Filling my body with this poison
Shoveling it into my mouth
Perhaps if I consume enough
I'll die of the disease

I feel it, sluggishly crawling
Through my entrails
Acid churning it
To be exhumed from my body

More, more, I need more
The hunger only grows
As I sit at the table, another dose prepared
I wonder, will I ever be full?

Blisters and scabs, welts and burns
Evidence that it's slowly working
Eating me alive from the inside
Bringing the real me to the surface

Standing in front of the mirror
I look in distgust
Yet I couldn't be happier
I am almost done

Disease ridden
Poisoned from inside
A husk with peeling skin
Oozing black slime

We are all distgusting
We have all told lies
They eats us alive
Turning us dead inside

The horror of these actions
Showing up in death
When the worms eat our decaying flesh
And maggots swarm our brain
A fairly recent poem I wrote, don't have any idea if it's good, I also don't care.
Maria Mata
Written by
Maria Mata  Utah
(Utah)   
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   --- and Emma
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