I know that I'll get red
I will always have my flesh
I am repulsively nourished
Tomorrow will lead me to
Quit my job
Expand
Loosen my belt
Grow a beard
The scars will continue
The deviant body will rebel
I will remain red
I will remain red
Tinged; Tainted; Alleviated
Of human being
In the darkened hospital
With the plastic serpents
I know that I will become worse
More than the tyrannical plague
The Black Death
Painted on my vulgar face.
