Sickness
Shivering through fever,
fire and ice.
The devil rips his
jagged claws
deep into my lungs,
ravaging pain
spurts through my chest,
gagging me
with spasms.
Pitch fork spears,
stab my body.
Pain flows like blood
through out my skin,
and only fever dreams come,
in broken sleep.
I succumb to sickness,
helpless in my bed,
no strength to cry out,
I just wait
through blurred
days and nights,
for Satan
to finish the job.
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