Affliction
Seething corruption
Found my wound
I can feel it toil
I’ll die soon
Screaming gore
Falls from flesh
Wet is my ground
What a mess
I can hear the burn ringing
So I beat my head
Fell more crimson
My arm is dead
With my blade
I saw it raw
Hoping to stop it
Engulfing all
Death survives
Writhes up my leg
I slam at the ground
For life I will not beg
But I will bash on
Death is my conviction
With this rock
I amend my affliction
Copyright © Justin Street | Year Posted 2010
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