16 June 2012
As the virus takes hold
I feel my blood burn
Coursing through my veins
Anger starting to build
Fever breaking out
The wound on my arm
Alive and weeping
My limbs are on fire
Eyes blood shot
Headache
Brain boiling
I can feel the bubbles
As it takes it's toll
Thoughts of mankind
Leaving me empty
The pain overwhelming
Suddenly it stops
A hunger biting at my gut
As if food has never past my lips
My eye sight adjusting
Limbs now stiff
Mouth hanging open
Drool escaping
I can only think of one thing
It's not all my pains
My hunger can't be satisfied
Without tasting some brains
Virus • Opuss № I