Flesh eating virus, succumbed to all advances

Managed to influence my last white blood cell

Followed, every inch, we followed

You

Into that back room.

Deteriorating slowly

Every time those fingertips meet

These layers of skin

I am half of half of what I used to be.

It burns while it stimulates

My screams are confused

I can blanket this apartment

With the secretion of this chaos

Maybe we can learn to swim.

Maybe If we’d learn,

We’d quit.

You are the hell I’m living in.