Black Sludge Feeds The Monster Inside My Veins – Wrapped In Words

Infection beneath the skin, eating away at me, turning my twisting insides, in ways I couldn’t see, the doctors gave no reprise, the disease no remorse, my life slipping away from me, as the festering sickness ran its course, broken and alone, my fight to live disappeared, the world showed me its darkness, and that’s when it appeared, it’s promise was precise, its payment simple and within my grasp, all it asked was for one favour, all it asked was for me to compete one task, scoff at me for being weak, judge me for being the fool, but understand as I take your life, that this blade and my hand, are both its tool.

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