Waste - Abramelin

Trying to breathe, gasping for air

Each breath shot, with needles of pain

The darkness is creeping, your vision is blurring

Jaws of death clamping tight on your life

Withering flesh, leathery and slack

Disgusting grey folds, that cling to your back

Liver spots forming, blistering and black

Scab-riddled lips, bleeding and cracked

Premature aging, gnarling your form

Twisting, distorting, ravaged by decay

Sunken eyes stare in horrific disbelief at the vile twisted face in the mirror

Weakness spreads with incredible pace

Bowels given way, your trousers disgraced

Arthritic fingers used as the brush

Painting the walls with your brown fetid mush

Memories fading as your mind starts to fail

Heartbeat slows to an aching throb

Vision now gone, limbs are all numb

Blood-laced mucus coughed up in globs

Lost and deranged, mind crawling with fear

As panic sets in, an unacceptable fate

Scream if you can, it may be your last

As time passes by at an abnormal rate