The virus is spreading,

Soaking in,

Like blood on fabric,

Infecting us all with its venom,

Tinting our skin,

Closing our eyes,

They inject it into our bloodstream,

It coarses through our veins,

They cut and bleed and stitch us,

Then they start all over again,

The plague develops,

Manifests and eats away at us,

Burning and devouring us,

From the inside out,

The pain becomes mind numbing,

Our brains implode,

Death itself is better than the pain.

The End

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