Fleshing

Revolting thought of licking open wounds Taste the puss in your mouth Scratching like a dog in infection Vomit starts to wake you up You are only a stain of what you used to be Decaying away Your cells are a tormenting disease As you are rotting away Fleshing Disgusting thought of ripping your skin Feel the pain as it tears your flesh Crying out for help or salvation Sickness wakes you up You have almost gone where you should be Fading away Your soul is packing its bags As you are dying away Skin yourself alive Decaying away - rotting away Fading away - dying away