Surging throughout your insides,
I am the disease.
A dose of me will torment you
enough to bring you down to your knees.
My colors should have been a warning to
Run away. Run away.
Inadvertently you have been allured to me
As my prey.
Slipping deeper in the pitfall, my liquid is
Consuming you.
Drowning quickly, there isn't much time for you to waste
in this place.
A delicacy is your skin I cannot help but b***.
Though the fog is rapidly clearing,
It's not too late to keep out of my sight.
I implore you. Don't ignore me.
Run away. Fly Away.
I have worn you down to almost nothing left
To fade.
Do you not remember what I've done to you?
I've tortured you.
Listen to me. How can I convince you to stay away?
Fine. Allow me rekindle your suffering.
Perhaps you remember when I would latch you down,
Fill you with poison fog, begin the incision,
And toy with your viscera. Oh, I remember it all too well.
Perhaps you remember the knives, burning iron,
devices of agony, and minutes lasting hours.
And you remember it all too well.
Looking back, I know you have cared once before.
You were able to lift yourself off the floor.
What could possibly possess you to decide to stay and rot?
There is nothing here to caress you, other than flesh ripping knots.
I am the disease.
A dose of me will torment you
enough to bring you down to your knees.
My colors should have been a warning to
Run away. Run away.
Inadvertently you have been allured to me
As my prey.
Slipping deeper in the pitfall, my liquid is
Consuming you.
Drowning quickly, there isn't much time for you to waste
in this place.
A delicacy is your skin I cannot help but b***.
Though the fog is rapidly clearing,
It's not too late to keep out of my sight.
I implore you. Don't ignore me.
Run away. Fly Away.
I have worn you down to almost nothing left
To fade.
Do you not remember what I've done to you?
I've tortured you.
Listen to me. How can I convince you to stay away?
Fine. Allow me rekindle your suffering.
Perhaps you remember when I would latch you down,
Fill you with poison fog, begin the incision,
And toy with your viscera. Oh, I remember it all too well.
Perhaps you remember the knives, burning iron,
devices of agony, and minutes lasting hours.
And you remember it all too well.
Looking back, I know you have cared once before.
You were able to lift yourself off the floor.
What could possibly possess you to decide to stay and rot?
There is nothing here to caress you, other than flesh ripping knots.