I Have Met Death
You are smothering me.
I am choking on your bile,
I am inhaling your toxin.
Your poison is like black sludge
Creeping up the walls of my veins,
My arteries,
Bubbling up inside me,
Burning me,
Searing my flesh.
You are vile,
Putrid,
Disgusting,
You make me sick.
Infectious sores sprout from skin,
Like daisies,
Wherever you touch,
And you have touched my life.
You are a plague,
Not alive,
With every step you take,
Someone draws their last breath.
You are eminent.
You are everlasting.
I have met death.
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