Fallacy

I bare
This carcass
Upon the page
In all it's ugliness
Purging poison
Like puss from a sore
 
Not a joyful read
Scrawled  
By a living corpse
Just functioning undead
Who feels nothing
Around him
 
Dragging these old bones
Out of bed
Becomes routine
More muscle memory
Than an urge
To get into the world
 
This fallacy  
Of my gift for words
Is an illusion
My true nature
Is spilling  
Before you now
 
A virus  
Local outbreak
Isolate
Eradicate
Or i will spread
Out of control