Internal Decay

Lying on a bed, tragically

Ridden with a plague, inside of me

My stomach is decaying rapidly

Slowly I will die, not up to me

My body's rotting internally

Doomed to die abnormally

Tasting blood in my mouth,br> Blood-curdling death without a doubt

Manifestation, decaying flesh

Ulcers of pus, break and gush

Surgeon's knife, inserted clean

Internal decay, ain't no dream

Cancered organs exposed, spill out

Surgeon's instruments probe, I shout

They cut out bile and gore, with no shame

I'm lying on my back, in terrible pain

Feeling rubber-gloves intruding me

Cutting rotting flesh,br> Removing all the rot and bloody guts

Absorbing all the pus

The rest of me's ablaze through ablation

Abysmal torture

Acrid smells of death and vomit

Festering carnage

My mind writhes in this necropsy

The surgeon's blade

My body's become a mangled mess

The slaughter's made

Decapitation of what I once had

Amputation

My only hope is to die soon

Death sets in