The Virus

by skynerraw   Aug 4, 2008


Rip apart my empty soul
Bathe the fever on my skin
Taste the blood drip on my lips
Fight the sickness, cannot win

My stomach ripples, and tightens in terror
The fear inside, the virus takes effect
My grip on life twists into a sphere
As the trembles in my body reconnect

The disease in my blood, flows into my head
My thoughts of death, soon take a turn
Heaven fights hell, my soul floats adrift
Send me straight to hell, where I plead to burn

Stop opposing, let the virus flow through my skin
Lay on my deathbed, rose flowers in my grip
Let my grasp on my body release
And pray the hold on my soul won't slip

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