Omnimax47

Sickness

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.

 

Comments1

  • sylviasearcher

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



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