Sickness
Black & blue swollen skin
Protruded veins i'm drowning in
i cannot let the sickness win
But i can see my chance is thin
Through bloodshot eyes & tears of pain
Contort in agony & strain
Joints crack, i see black
Contracting muscles arch my back
Why is life so slow to leave?
i'm in pain i cant believe
Jerk my head & vomit blood
Heaving crimson to the floor
Gagging, gasping, choking, moaning
Along with the flesh my sickness tore
Breathing through thick liquid
My eyes roll back, this germ is wicked
The illnes is spreading, the symptoms come with it
Hold your breath, close your eyes
The sickness takes you by surprise
Dont let that wicked germ in
Once you've caught it, the sickness will win
A contest entry
- Lose Yourself in Words by myusikah.
425 points, ended June 11, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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Wow, that is just sad. If you really are sick, I hope you get better! And I love that: "Heaving crimson on the floor...Along with the flesh my sickness tore." That is beautiful. Good luck!
--> pia♫♪
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