Screen

Tell me more I want to know.
How this disease will consume me.
To survive the agonizing bites
Eating away at my flesh.
Lift my sleeve and they're you'll see
How incapable my body is.
Look, stare closely the piranhas eating my rotting flesh.

How unlucky am I to be
To have to remind the world
Something like this still exists in the perfect world.
My times run short
Quarantine screen.

The medications I've taken
Can't provide me the relief.
Strip my bone of it's partner
Let it feel nothing anymore.
Vulnerability, opens doors for more infections.
Contagious, being strapped to the bed I reach bare bone.
A cure, their has to be an end to it all.
Even it means putting a bullet to my head.

Is faith for a miracle enough now.
Have I waited too long to be saved.
This suffering is a daily basis I can't be use to.
Just end me I beg of you.
I don't want it to take me.
Let me die by your hand.
I'll do it myself if you'd allow me to.
This unending nightmare's my reality.

I can see the pus bursting, oozing.
Stealing everything that belonged to me for all my life.
Kill me, I'm asking you to.
Kill me, I'm asking you nicely.
Kill me, I'm asking you again.
Kill me, it's okay please.

Necrotizing fasciitis has chosen me as a host.
It will never fade into history as a modern myth.
It will emerge again through someone else.
The hunger grows daily
To feast upon the living
Just like the terrible dreams that show upon the screen.
It's promising surely to return.
My skeleton is hanging as a trophy
It's a momentum to how merciless it can be...