infected flesh

Written by: bias fields

they are in my flesh 
scraping between the layers 
through my spine 
creating cavities in my mind 
gaps in memory 
and coordination 
operation needed 
and poison injected 
into my veins
they wont last longer than I 
or at least they hope 
that when we start 
to pump the poison 
into my heart 
that the pain 
is brief 
and the nirvana 
worth the wait