Sweating, freezing, itching, bleeding, selfstyled, poison, a lethal meeting, face down, helpless in 48 hours.
Sickness
Pulling your hair out, your legs kicking straight out, this is the closest to death you will be.
Sickness
Revolting, distorting, and changing for worsend, no one will reckognize exactly what's wrong. You are denying and lying; no truth-pull up- you've lost you're old friends they'll never return again, even when your senses return, again
sickness, self desired, self assured, with staff infection.
Nauseous and bloated, your best behind you now, irritate, ampute, four burning lines, a blood coated ending to your lifes story
sickness
Paranoia, schitzophrenia, resembling a picture of disabled fear the future is pestilence under your skin
sickness
As gravity pulls you down and then under, the pain, it increases with every step you're begging for the ending, the dragon is sending you messages from the grim reapers plans.
sweating, freezing, itching till bleeding, self styled poison a lethal meeting, face down and helpless, terror engulfs us, the sickness that saves us is killing us now.
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