An Infestation - And Hell Followed With

Futility in clawing at my flesh

A pain that runs deeper than veins and tissue

My organs, the womb to a terror within

A scourge unto this sterile world

I am a carrier

Unearthing this sickening truth

Fingers embedded within my infected wounds

Pustules, the mark of their movement;

Trailing sluggishly within my vessels

Pestilence, my becoming

From the bowers of man

This formless terror shall ascend

Skin wearer, your form deceives me

Your hundreds of malefic voices

Taunting in harmonious tongues

Sores, enumerated by their feastings

This living decay, a tide of tainted waters upon pure sands

My secret runs deeper

Than the veins beneath my skin

With eyes that watch

From the bottom of fed upon sockets

This usurping world has irked my every sense

Cloaked beneath this drape-like cloth

Anticipation moving decayed legs

This husk of skin deteriorates

I shall ascend this edifice

And with quick step

Unleash this infestation

Upon an unknowing, unclean world