Gasping for air in an ocean of pain,
I burn in the flames of decay.
Entrails malformed and corroded
turning me pale as I wither away.

Screaming without words,
lost in the haze of delirious thoughts,
brought forth by the same terrible birthing force,
as it tries to drown me,
in my own mucus and blood.

Lecherous metastasis of pulmonary corruption,
forcing me to throw up black dust
from the depths of my shattered anatomy.
violated, decimated at the hands of
plagued faced consumption.

One final voiceless cry,
to honor the circling black birds,
whose song is painful and coarse…
In a pool of my own mucus and blood…
I die…