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if it feels like a cancer disintegrating. . .. . |
Black bile spews inside my heart Like a tumor rupturing at bullet point Sludge seeps through my arteries Ceasing belief flowing through my veins Disheartened My heart starts its slow decay Deteriorating from the biles toxins The lining of my heart rots As black as the smoke in my lungs Inhaling incessantly Countering by petrifaction Its valves are drooping Solidifying to mush Shriveling and soft It's ridden with infection The bile absorbing from the inside out Tissue turns a decomposed putrid grey Rotting holes for the sludge to drip Thick deposits of decayed tissue Spreading the bile like a virus First through my veins Clotting blood flow to my brain Sending neurological toxic strains The bile penetrates membrane tissue Altering thoughts through slow deterioration My competence decomposes with my belief The idea of love and trust turn to mush Thick decayed tissue deposits Seeping out a rotted hole of mush Black bile icing layers on my internal organs Depleting life and its survival needs Through a subsequent decomposition A compost pile of organs Oozing deteriorated tissue sludge Hunger, love, competence are a decayed mush Losing its vibrant pink composure My black bile tumor ruptured at bullet point Rotting my insides out I can my feel my heart dishearten Deteriorated mush, It impregnates my thoughts Restricting my veins with its toxic strain Thick decayed tissue deposits Rot a hole through decomposed mush Deteriorating sludge drips Slowly decaying the rest of me inside out Competence, trust, love, hunger Deteriorates as my black bile tumor bursts |