My skin rots.


    I can feel it spreading through this decaying body


    My body is not my own


    My eyes have long been taken


    Yet, I still see.


    I have nothing left but the thoughts inside a hollowed head


    And as I traverse the city streets unbothered by the monsters that roam freely


    I wonder to myself have I truly done such evil to deserve this


    I pray for salvation only to be met by an ebullient sounding trumpet


    In their eyes, I have already met my savior


    I feel hollow inside.


    As if I am simply an empty bag


    Sharing more in common with a corpse than a human being


    Even still, these legs scrape the streets with no input on my behalf


    A directionless vessel of nothing but molding flesh


    Hunters approach only to mumble a prayer and move on


    They do not hear my begging for a painless death


    Believing me to be deluded


    But I know best, this body has been forsaken


    Soon there will be nothing left


    My supposed body looks wrong.


    I should have the fox-like jaws of the other''s no?


    My voice should be sweet and beautiful


    Instead, I stand here diseased


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    An abnormality amongst freaks of bone and blood


    A pumpkin in a field of flowers


    I feel sick.


    The rot is spreading, I’m sure of it!


    On the surface, nothing is wrong


    But I can see it


    I see it spreading through the crevices of the body I was lent


    I can even smell it!


    The stench of raw meat hits the nose attached to this desolate body


    And so now I look to the crimson sky


    The one with a million eyes watching the city burn


    And I pray.


    Fool as I may be


    I pray for my family


    My brothers and sisters


    My parents and their siblings


    For I fear I will still be living within this hollowed head as I unwillingly pay them a visit


    They do not deserve such a dreadful fate


    Show clemency, allow them to live within their own self-made prisons


    I pray for my very own flesh and bone once this night has commenced


    A life outside this hollowed head


    It’s foolish, isn’t it?


    In the end, we all shall decay and rot


    But I wish for more time


    To delay the inevitable for just one more day!


    Before the drummers line the streets to welcome your arrival


    Until the trumpets break the final seal


    Allow me to live in a body I may call my own


    One without the feeling of rot writhing through my veins


    A chance to prove my existence


    To let the world know that I once stood here on my own two feet and that I mattered!


    Beyond the rambling of thoughts circling through this head


    Away from the invisible rot and decay that burns under the flesh


    Outside the tainted eyes forced upon me from an unknowable figure


    I pray.


    That when church bells ring once more


    It shall be me who is taken away to somewhere else


    Lest I develop the hunger of the beasts which roam.