...reach...

the rotting underneath the skull,
sharp pains rising is so very dull,
but it festers and grows,
down the vacant eyes, puss flows,
God, feel it! it works it's way down,
in your throat to make you drown,
choking what was left of happiness in a black heart,
feel the skin part,
as nails work thru soft flesh, rip it down and off,
infections, you try to cough,
convulsions, stomach heaving to get out the worms that infest,
shadows that whisper of lies and tests,
but you'll never be rid of the sickness..