Rot Face

a vile substance
in my spine
quickly surging
from behind
I fear it seeks
to undermine
for what it wants
I can't define
although I know
I can't deny
my flaccid eyelids
putrefy
the thoughts I hold
are nullified
the victim
I identify
will quickly stand up
zombified
a madman
seen by all the masses
the gave mind lurks
behind his glasses
feet are chilling
frosted grasses
pestilence is
teaching classes
choking on my
awful crass-ness
weeping willows
laugh at me
giggle softly
never sees
clever she
but somber we
sobbing sweetly
for sour needs.