Open wound, blood consumed, cleansing me.

Left to rot, pulse forgot, torment me.

Plagued and gagged, seclusion calls.

Rust away, the grey it befalls.

Your touch burns, my pores scream, painstaking, shivering.

So what are you, because only you can make me feel this way.

Smiles unfold, fate which we hold shatters with one thousand breaks.

Tormenting me.

My lungs collapse as I take my last gasp.