Fatal To The Flesh
Soul Scrape
Falling apart like a flesh eating virus
Is how I've ended up, I feel so weak
Eating me out from the outside in
There's not much left, my skin is so thin
Creeping and spreading throughout all of my body
The cells have given up, my heart is still pumping
I wish I could die, but my organs are fine
My body looks like a corpse from the sea.
Disfigured and suffering
In my very existance
My fatal flesh is something I can't contain
Now all that is left is just a quivering pile
Of bones and organs with nothing to work for.
Skin tearing
Eyes bursting
My ending
Is nearing
Trying to breathe, my lungs fill with the fluid
Of everything that has ruptured in me
Breathing is shallow, a terrible struggle
My own body is drowning me
Decaying away and I can't handle the pain
Another level of suffering
Why can't I die, why am I still alive
Am I awake or is it a dream?
Taking my life
