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The Disease

by Strawberrykitsune 3 reviews

When one poisoned soul loves another, bad things can happen. (based on a dream I had)

Category: Poetry - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Horror - Warnings: [V] - Published: 2008-05-24 - Updated: 2008-05-24 - 182 words - Complete

Black tentacles growing
In and out through my veins
Pulsing and writhing
Sick, white hot pain.

Too vivid, too real
To just be a dream
It burns, fucking hurts me
Yet I'm too strangled to scream.

I heave up my guts
Black tape worms and blood
Splash out all around me
Squelching like mud.

I can feel gnawing
A gaping hole in my head
It's screeching and screaming
I'm falling like lead.

The tentacles appear
Crawling out of my throat
Stealing my breath
I'm running out of hope.

The Disease is spreading
Black and blue lesions appear
Leaking out blood
My skins starts to sear.

My body jolts and contracts
Turning black, red and pale
As I squirm on the floor
My life starts to fail.

Pumping out of my mouth
Black and dark red
It's warm and it's salty
And it fills me with dread.

Below me is wet
With blood and black worms
It's just about over
Yet it still burns.

Please let me be dying
My skin starts to shed
You took me over
And now I am dead.
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