Crawling inside,

This shell of a man.

The sickness grows,

From the death of another.


Changing the future,

of a world once known.

Into a monster,

This man becomes.


The sickness consumes,

A man so dark.

Welcomed by death,

The man takes into the sickness.



  • sylviasearcher

    Oooh there is a sinister tone in this which compelled me.

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