Sickness

Pouring my filthiness into a trashcan

One by one, I sustain myself with a fading strength

Disembowelment serves a better fate

Lost five senses into four…..three…..two…..

One—all I know is my conscious

If I reach the Hades’ gates after all

Inside my intestine scratches the everlasting pest

Distorted brainwaves telling me to go on

But I pull myself under

Vomiting Adam’s last lamentation

Excruciating musing bobs up and down

Wilting in and out, muddled mumbles confines left and right

Despite these insidious purpling, goes on the nightmare

Untold reminiscence now and evermore