Disease

A diseased mind, a diseased body, and urges of fatal needs.

Define a soul long lost of emotions.

Impurity senses numbed. Salivating through the centuries.

Sense of guilt, flooding over every sane thought,

Decaying blood flowing, poisoning through the misery.

Necropolis of wounded heresy,

The silent water open, reflects, my inner disease.

The open wounds still fresh, stench of a long lost love.

Behold…..blood turns purple!

Thy lips, as they lock onto mine, suck out the emptiness,

From which I feed.

Memories freeze, cataleptic delusions. You reek of putridity.

Unknown to me, it will be passed on,

Offspring with the same un answering disease.

And they in turn, will pass it on.

Your Face, My face. It looks the same.

As delusions of extreme gore take over.

Deeds of the flesh no longer satisfy the ever growing urge to mutilate.

Decaying corpses, aborted fetus they all call upon,

Your necrophobic fantasies of hate.

Leprosy, bodies melting away.

Disfiguring the dying, dissecting through the living.

We live, trading pieces, of the dead,

In this necropolis, of the weak.