Brittle

Frail

Weakened

Another assault upon the fragile senses
Surely this will be the last
The shriveled patient cocooned in wires
Greedily sucking the needle for strength

Slowly the body gives in to the virus

Darkness swallows all vision
Eyes rendered useless
Hallucinated cataracts glaze dialated pupils

Vines of insanity strangle each thought
Virulent tendrils filling my ears
Blocking all sound

Pitch corruption overtaking all

Shivering beneath a thin veil of cold sweat
Or is it warm???
Most certainly wet

Numb, the skin is numb

Curse this damnable disease!
Paralizing every sense, one at a time

Sweet the succulant scent that suffocates

Rapture's taste erased from the lips

Muffled pleas of mercy fade
There is but one cure for this..

Sickness

This ravenous infection.

This..

Longing

This Love

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