Monday, October 4, 2010

Diseased by Man


He is diseased. A sore on your lip.


Infection draining from every orifice.


Driving your temperature to high.


Forcing you body to shut down.


His vial smell leaks from your genitals.


The stench ever lurking.


It brings severe nausea causing vomit to explode from your mouth.


The fluid which drowns your lungs.


Rotting flesh falls from your body.


He is the sickness but now it is you that is looked at with such disgust.


Diseased by man.

1 comment:

Dave said...

Angel
Just read this poem again at work today--gotta tell you it's powerful--look forward to new posts.
Thanks
Dave