Poison

Black blood flows through my veins An artist is painting away at my fate, with crimson delight Attacked from within, eating away the essence Of someone I once was, eons ago My veins crawling with demons Devouring flesh, bone and soul I suffer in the heat of my confines There is no escape from the monsters within I sweat out this foul and evil devil In tears, I know I infect the surroundings Run, run and hide I yell to you I have no hunched back No warning bells to ring Ebola would be the sweet syrup of pain Compared to my offerings A withering flower, cowers at my passing Soon To sing upon my grave